A dazzling light is coming from the opening of the clouds,

as if it sees through my weakness.
I held my hands up over my head to protect myself.

When I was envious,
I always pretended to give up.

My feelings are too vehement,
so I won't lose my way once again.

Even if I am frustrated, it must be the same for everybody.
I have no choice but to advance on my own.
Even if I am puzzled and troubled,
it's how we make progress.
I will break down this anxiety that hinders me.
I will smash it with my hand tightly clenched.
I will carve this pain, and jump over it,
until I can grasp this endless dream.