My reality is different from yours
My originality is still up in the air
It's like I'm imitating something gallant,
Forced to choose "Yes" or "No" But surprisingly, I've no need for anything in between.

Within these endlessly overflowing feelings,
There's no release from the butterfly's dream.
Traveling down to a thorny road again,
We attain our sense of self.
This is why just move it on

We're not done having fun yet,
And tomorrow is still waiting!
But if we can say this path is what we really want,
We can perceive its true form: an endless daydream.
There's no one who can do it but us,
So c'mon and start spinning this tale!

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My community doesn't have a place for you.
My efficiency is a love still undecided.
Determined to keep things minimal,
We're throwing out this and that.
Clearly, we've no right to say we aren't free.

My friend, strike out against the strange things people say,
As they grumbled over troubled, unfortunate times.
Our heartbeats loudly declare the passage of times,
As beads of sweat run down, sounding the alarm.
Saying farewell to what's left behind,
We attain our sense of self.
This is why just move it on!

We'll address our nagging inferiority complex beforehand,
'Cause it's no fun to live in uncertainty.
Unconsciously, we view this endless daydream.
Let's take hold of it now! Give a swift kick to your regrets!

We've turned back again and again,
But we haven't stopped walking in this path.
Move on! The thorny road will be the new path.

We're not done having fun yet,
And tomorrow is still waiting!
But if we can say this path is what we really want,
We can perceive its true form: an endless daydream.
There's no one who can do it but us,
So c'mon and start spinning this tale!