Run up the slope with a whoosh and dash to the top!
Balance is something that quietly matters.
Pushing or hitting, and feinting to pull away.
Friendship is something that's not easy.
It's loud and kind of pointless-such a guy.
Even if we fight or something, you won't apologize, right?
That scheming smile and the upward glance-stop it.
Running up the slope, the sunset is dazzling.
The silhouette of our hands joined-today, too, it's fun as usual.
On the count of three, let's race-after shouting that,
We fall hard.
That's such a cute one.
Why are humans such creatures with so many worries?
We spin around, laughing, and sometimes get stubborn.
Friends are mysterious and difficult to understand.
Cute, but with a strong will-such a girl.
If you like natto, that's fine.
The limits of the image-it's pretty forceful.
If we race up the slope, the headwind becomes gentle.
The silhouette of our joined hands-yes, being together is fun.
In English it's "friend"; in Japanese it's "tomodachi".
It's trivial, yet... what can I say?
I kind of want to say it.
The slope-whoosh up, and when we reach the summit
Wonderful things await; probably tomorrow and the day after.
Let's go up the slope with a whoosh; we might meet at the top.
Four silhouettes in the sunset
"Let's take a little detour!"