Shissou

I can run for 5000 miles,
until I'm out of breath

100 litres of adrenaline
keeps the body working at full strength

Having come this far, is it enough?

How far until it's okay?

The trees that imbue the streets of this town,
keep repeatedly changing their appearance

In completely washed-out pallor,
and unchanging frailty,

I want to believe in myself,
as I am here and now.

With my right hand, and my left hand, held over my head,
I tear through the darkness and go!

There is no deceit!

I've made my resolve!

From the moment I make my start,
the world expands.

Guided by faded streetlights that blink again and again,
I go along on the usual way home

In the rusted town, a nostalgic wind blows
Turns into tailwind, and pushes my back

Until your tears dry, put away your resignation in your chest, STOP!
There’s no goal; there’s no turning back
An endless, driving sprint that cuts through the wind

Let’s return those bitter days, won’t you try opening it?
The Pandora’s box that imprisoned your dream

Whether you go first or last, if you advance then everything’s OK!
It’s okay to rest; I know it
The progress up to here; that’s your proof

Raise your right hand and left hand and slash apart the darkness, GO!