V.I.P

Now that I have my longing in my hands
If I can sing comfortably in the rhythm of the universe
Let's jump in

Whether I'm reborn from tomorrow
Or someone has decided
Or the style of this town

Continuing to be influenced by such things
In the corner of the torn-off origin
Surely no one will be there

Behind the mysterious door
There are no V.I.Ps
Everyone reaches the limits of ability

Now that I have my longing in my hands
It's okay to entrust my body
Counting three in my hand
The show time
If I can sing comfortably in the rhythm of the universe

Let's jump in

I want to despair looking down
I prefer more catchphrases
I want to put numbers to the sounds
To that person who grew up quickly
How old am I now? Tell me

Behind the mysterious door
There are no V.I.Ps
Everyone reaches the limits of ability, including me

Staccato
I walked
Not on a path
But gently put a wish
What does that boy think of this scenery now?
Let's break through

Now that I have my longing in my hands
It's okay to entrust my body
Counting three in my hand
The show time
If I can sing comfortably in the rhythm of the universe
Let's jump in