petty courage

We still have just a little, in the palm of our hands
Here in the palm of my hand there isn't anything at all
struck by the rain, blown around by the wind
but I won't give up
but I don't want to give up so
surely someday I'll hold on to something
*We still have just a little, in the palm of our hands
Here in the palm of my hand there isn't anything at all
struck by the rain, blown around by the wind
but I won't give up, but I don't want to give up so
surely someday I'll hold on to something
isn't that right? Isn't that right?
Where did everyone go? I'm the only one left behind
God, if you can do it, return me once again to that innocent time
The unseeable future is scary, the expectations around me are scary
I'll escape into a page of an old dust-covered album
even so, even so a new morning will begin again
Waiting like this, like this, for night to come is sad so
the dream that seems to become timidly crushed
No matter how uncool it is
Like a crybaby I'll bathe in a rain of tears
Are the things I'm doing right now the things I really want to do?
Are the things I'm doing right now things that suit me?
backtracking or when I'm standing still, turning around
The hesitation in my heart and my conflicted emotions
The way home from the east exit of Hachiouji
The street where I look forward to being able to meet the family of my friends any number of times
The coddling of "but I'm comfortable"
Having the feeling of "is it okay like this?"
if I'm stuck, I want to change, with one step at a time to the time before
I was always searching for the place where I could be myself
Courage so small that it's pathetic, and hopes so big it was embarrassing
Carrying these forever in my heart
We still are just a tiny bit like this
Not understanding anything, not understanding a single thing, but still laughing together
holding hands, shoulders together
at the riverbed once again
at that riverbed from some time ago
we'll sing a song like this together