Ketsumeishi

The high-speed rain that's inside of me is headed toward
A station called "my dreams" as it clatters along today too; It's just racing onward

Am I racing toward my dreams?
Or are they going to go bad and rust halfway?
I don't care which train I ride
I'm fascinated by it today too, it sweeps a person away
The things I want to be, the things I want to do
My dreaming heart from when I was a child
Using that as fuel, I begin to run
A layover, I'm not limited to being ineffective
Running so much that I continue to do so
The number of my dreams grows even bigger
The words "dream station" are written on my ticket
Driven by anxiety, the moment grows hazy
That feeling starts to go crazy, saying "don't forget"
Thinking about that time makes my wheels start to turn again
A train, I can see its destination
So I can be myself

Start into motion, pure heart inside of me like from when I was a boy
Take off to my station, push your way through the grass and start running

The high-speed rain that's inside of me is headed toward
A sky called "my dreams" as it flutters today too; It's just taking off

The rails stretch out as far as I can dream
When I accelerate, anxiety passes through my mind as well
It's alright I don't know where I am or where I'm going, I'm full of dreams
There's no conductor, there are no timetables; It all depends on me, so I'm not worked up or in a hurry
We're all set to stop at a nameless station
We're all set to end the day with the sounding of the steam whistle
Sometimes there's a dark tunnel up ahead, it's definitely waiting for light to come someday
Perplexed and led astray; Avoiding the wind and looking out the window of freedom, I see twilight
I'm just racing along calmly; I wonder who knows how much the cargo weighs
But I sound out and taking off to the sky of my dreams, without caring

One morning there are rumors about me; That evening, they're bad rumors
That's right, it's my fault; But I'm just moving on without caring

One morning there are rumors about me; That evening, they're bad rumors
That's right, it's my fault; But I'm just moving on without caring

Start into motion, scratched up heart inside of me like a poet's
Take off to my sky, push your way through the clouds and start running

I go straight ahead so that I can accelerate
I avert my eyes from the alluring wind
Scattering flower petals, I move ahead
I'm doing nothing but that, nothing but that
Now I'm headed toward a station called "my dreams", toward a sky with the same name...

Start into motion, pure heart inside of me like from when I was a boy
Take off to my station, push your way through the grass and start running

Start into motion, scratched up heart inside of me like a poet's
Take off to my sky, push your way through the clouds and start running