I whip my already exhausted body into shape,
and stroke my chest to make my heart return to its calm state,
in my attempt to act and conduct myself in an adult way.
Yet, it seems I'm about to be seen through completely,
so I desperately try to save my facade from being torn away,
but not even my rebellious pride is being of help.
Going all out, ah,
is not applicable here.
I've got to keep going
only with a good understanding of my own "limit".
When I try to act tough,
I'm only exposing the weakness inside me,
but I can't help with my constant rivalry.
I must move ahead one step at a time.
I yearn for the world
ahead of this threshold.
With my ambition at its final limit,
I will stand my ground firm,
and open up a new path to tomorrow.
I have no choice but to work hard recklessly,
even growing impatient at not overworking myself,
but my determination to self-sufficiency is shrieking in protest.
Supposedly, this thorny road is exactly what I wished for,
but it's changing its name to things like "nightmare" and "ordeal",
and no matter what I do, I'll look pathetic if I'm brought to my knees.
Today's reality, ah,
is not so sweet once again,
but I'm positive with complete certainty
that I'm doing this at my own will.
When I try to act smart,
I'll only look out of my character,
so guess I should leave my bluff somewhere else,
and become a mature adult first.
I must get a good feel
of my widened view,
and move forward with all my might
against this bastard called "life",
which has been toying with me all this time.
When I try to act tough,
I'm only exposing the weakness inside me,
but I can't help with my constant rivalry.
I must move ahead one step at a time.
I yearn for the world
ahead of this threshold.
With my ambition at its final limit,
I will stand my ground firm,
and open up a new path to tomorrow.