Kono Speed no Saki e
Mass of the Fermenting Dregs
Towards the End of this Speed
Hurry up and be late
The end of April is running away and getting worn out
The passing scenery, the feeling that it might disappear, the shadow of someday
Can you see it?
I hear a voice
Run
Yes, out of breath
Just go and be late
Towards the end of this speed
Throw away hesitation, in the throbbing memories
Let's say goodbye gently, yes
Run
Yes, out of breath
