I stepped on a stick of gum on the subway, and now I hate everything.
Oh, stop everything, it's not worth holding on to here.
I didn't like it in the first place, and it's not worth it to get irritated.
I won't take care of you if the daily hardships of your dreams become a burden.

You can't run well on a rainy day with worn-out sneakers
A worn-out soul can't laugh well when times are tough.

I couldn't resist running through the crowd, and now that I think about it, that was the beginning.
If my escape from being crushed doesn't go well, I'll die.
Rather than saying "I lost out on death," it's more accurate to say "I lost out on life."
Our long journey has just begun.

The more I wanted to live freely, the stronger the headwind became.
In the end, no matter where you go, there will always be problems.
But then all the more I have to choose me
When the end comes, I want to meet someone who won't regret it

The cowardice I've shaken off is trying to show me how to stand up for myself
The difficulties you overcome will attack you in a different form.

I hid through the rain of bullets, this is the battlefield I chose
I don't have time to be a slave to dreams, hourly wages, or society.
It's more correct to say "I'm alive" than "I survived."
Our long journey was never lonely.

If you're going to make us run, I'm sure it'll be fine
Whether it's gratitude or escapism, respectability or resentment,
The question is how far can we go?
How long will we continue to fight?

I didn't like it from the beginning, so anything would have been fine as a trigger.
Let's step on that sticky gum and blame it on him.
In my case, I want to run away, but I'm still fighting.
That's fine, right?

I want to live at the speed of that day when I ran through the crowd irresistibly.
The weight of that ideal we grasp is equivalent to our tears of frustration.
My escape to find a place to die turned into a place to live.
It seems like the end of our long journey is still far away.