泥だらけで腰掛けた てのひらには鉄の匂い 青と黒の間のオレンジに 今日も僕は 見惚れている まだできないままの逆上がり 5時の鐘が鳴る 帰りたくないな 心が導くほうへ 自分自身を追い越したくて 胸を張れることがほしくて 君に褒めてほしくて 未完成で甘酸っぱいような このオレンジの中に まだいたいな 灯りがつく ちらほらと 顔を上げたら 欠けた月 いつも通り時間も忘れて 今日も何かに とらわれている 僕には 理想の自分があるから 泣き顔なんて見せたくなくて かっこつけたままでいたくて 隠していた傷跡 不確定で目には見えないような 心がずっと僕を動かしている 不安で夢中なんだ 明日が怖くて だからこそ必死で 手を伸ばすんだ何度も あきらめたくないな 波打つ鼓動に突き動かされた 意味なんていらないんだ 今日のぶんのオレンジが終わる ふてくされてひとり歩いていた 反対側から誰かの影 ふと目が合う帰り道 曖昧でほろ苦いような あのオレンジみたいに 僕の顔が染まっていく 心が導くほうへ 自分自身を追い越したくて 胸を張れることがほしくて 君に褒めてほしくて 未完成で甘酸っぱいような このオレンジの中に まだいたいな 明日は隣に君が いてほしいな

Sitting down, covered in mud, the smell of iron in my palm. Once again, I'm mesmerized by the orange caught between blue and black. Still can't do a proper backward flip, the five o'clock bell rings— I don't want to go home yet. I want to go where my heart leads me, to surpass myself, to have something I can be proud of, to have you praise me. I want to stay a little longer in this orange light, imperfect and bittersweet. Lights begin to flicker here and there, and when I look up, a chipped moon. As always, I lose track of time, once again caught up in something today. Because I have an ideal version of myself, I don't want to show my tears, I want to keep acting cool. I hide my scars— this heart of mine, uncertain and invisible, keeps driving me forward. I'm anxious but obsessed, scared of tomorrow. Maybe that's why I reach out desperately, again and again because I don't want to give up. My pounding heart pushes me onward— I don't need a reason. Today's piece of orange fades away. Sulking, I walk alone, and from the other side, someone's shadow. Our eyes meet for a split second on the way home. Vague and a little bit bitter, like that orange light, my cheeks start to blush. I want to go where my heart leads me, to surpass myself, to have something I can be proud of, to have you praise me. I want to stay a little longer in this orange light, imperfect and bittersweet. Tomorrow, I hope you'll be by my side.