Head wind always faces me, but I keep on running
I hold a certain dream (goal) you’re a traveller (athlete) <
Your tears of sadness, a grain of horori
I’ll wipe them with my towel
Don’t worry, it’s ok, because I’ll watch over you
If you failed it’s ok, we will be at your side
Here are your tears again, wetting your cheeks
I’ll wash them away with my towel
In a muddy alley of rainfall, you’ll trip, right?
How many times have I fallen and gotten up? That kind of attitude is important
Although you purposefully progress frantically, you could waver in the roadside
Rest for just a little moment, then turn back that kind of attitude is important
So then, Don’t worry, it’s ok, because I’ll watch over you
If you failed it’s ok, we will be at your side
