Line

Just because it's clear, throw away one excuse
Jump out of the garage and go with the flow

The destination is to the south, pedaling towards the sea
I don't look at maps, I hate predetermined routes

Getting caught in someone's rut is troublesome

The straight line I draw with all my heart
If you can predict it, it seems like I'll fall and break off
Move forward with two wheels towards the future in just two seconds
Anyway, burn

The way we grasp the time that has passed changes the present history
Should we regard it as history or just the past?

Even the wise words someone taught me
Even the lines I accidentally let slip from my mouth are just scenes

It's about time for my turn to come

The scenery that is leaving is speeding up
A new world pierces through my body
Splitting the headwind, the handlebars guide me
Burn even more

People twist the flow of time and settle it as history
But I don't find value in that
I just catch my breath and repaint this moment

The straight line I draw with all my heart
Continues to a panorama only I can see
Carve out the present towards the future in just two seconds
Burn desperately

Burn until I die