Imagination
SPYAIR
Imagination
The flickering shadow, the slipping sweat
The echoing voices, the clapping shoulders
From the open window, we asked the sky
We're in this summer, what's up, hey Mr. Future?
Oh, come on, come on, come on
Even just a little chance
Oh, come on, come on, come on
Connect, oh
Everyone always wants to stand there
Even if they're wrong, they keep struggling
Never give up, we don't want it to end like this
Holding onto this imagination
We'll keep going, oh, oh
More than the answers in textbooks
We wanted to be moved by a button
That overflowing 'wow' was everything we believed in back then
Mr. Future
Oh, hello, hello, hello
Can you hear me?
Oh, hello, hello, hello
Answer, oh
Colliding, falling, wanting to become stronger
Falling down, standing up, repeating it
Never give up, let us keep going like this
Towards the future of this imagination
We'll keep going, oh, oh
From the moment we lose, the next begins
Even with a bitter taste, baby
Someday for sure
Everyone always wants to stand there
Even if they're wrong, they keep struggling
Never give up, we don't want it to end like this
Holding onto this imagination
We'll keep going, oh, oh
Ah, we'll keep going, oh, oh