Clear

Is the wind or the birds freer than me
If I don't have wings, I'll run and go where I want
I can do it
Going going going going on!

Imagination is always different
Nothing is perfect, but
There's a spring at the bottom of my heart
No matter how down I feel
It gets filled with transparent things

What is this feeling called
It's hot, painful, ticklish, and makes me want to cry
Is the wind or the birds freer than me
If I don't have wings, I'll run and go where I want
I can do it
Going going going going on!

There are things in others that I don't have
I know that, but I still compare
I don't want to check the answers anymore
I want to find what I can do, even if it's not the same as everyone else

Dreams, love, I don't really know
What color, what shape, where do they come from
Praying and wishing alone won't make them come true
Even without confidence, I'll start now, not someday
I can do it
Going going going going on!

The spring is here, the source that governs me
It won't dry up no matter what happens
Even if I think I've given up, it gets filled with transparent things again

What is this feeling called
It's hot, painful, ticklish, and makes me want to cry
Is the wind or the birds freer than me
If I don't have wings, I'll run and go where I want
I can do it
Going going going going on!