Altogether now, make a break for the goal line
We don't know anything, anything yet
We passed the point of no return, but looking back
We don't know anything, anything yet
Fired up, fired up, get fired up
Bursting with glistening sweat
There are probably a lot of things we don't remember
Everyone, even him, becoming mere silhouettes
We've pretended to forget the things we held dear,
So we can just laugh and say it's nothing
As we count together, we all remember:
We wanted to have it all
I know... ahh, I've noticed
The hands on the clock, these days... can't be stopped
Fighting, fighting, fighting for ownership,
Time and memories flow,
Getting further, further, further away
There are probably a lot of things we don't remember
Everyone, even him, become silhouettes
We've pretended to forget the things we feared,
We say it's nothing and laugh
Lightly, nimbly, they dance
Just like those leaves, having a singular purpose, I want to proceed without impatience
There are probably a lot of things we don't remember
But there definitely are also things that will never change, and you,
Who taught me this, are a silhouette that doesn't fade
Clutching the things we wish to hold dear as we mature, never letting them wander...
Defending them at all times and never letting go,
And that way, one day,
We'll laugh at it all
Lightly, nimbly, they dance
Leaves flying off into the distance
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