The exhaust sound, which is like tearing the town to pieces,
Is groaning at my feet and careening
Driving straight to look for the whereabouts of the tail lights that disappeared
A wimpy voice buried underneath the rubble
I cannot hear it, no matter how much I strain my ears
Before the regret chasing after me blocks my sight,
I'll save you over and over again at the edge of the future once I catch up with it
You used to laugh by making like a hero; I can't get defeated until holding your despairs tightly
Even when fate punches me, it doesn't affect me at all
I'm tearing through the road by drowning out the wimpy voice buried underneath the rubble
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