AISubs v3.7
*thud*
*scream of pain*
*outro music*
On top of a high-pressure line of railroads, a blue sky spreads out.
Where will those clouds head to?
The river season when you ride your bicycle is cold with the blowing wind.
It's a price for your unyielding freedom, isn't it?
You've finally decided your own path.
Going up!
There's no guarantee, but I have no choice but to step on the pedal.
Is that right?
Answer me!
Let's meet up!
There's still a long way to go, but let's run through our youth and become bolder.
That's the result of dreams.
No one knows.
*outro music*
A grass baseball homerun that was hit with a metal bat.
My appreciation for you has sprung up from somewhere.
Even the smallest things can make you feel passionate.
The season of our hearts is short.
Hey, are you putting on as much as you can right now?
If you think I'm stupid, can I take a picture of you?
Growing up, there's no shortcut.
I have no choice but to climb up my own back,
no matter how hard it is and how sweaty I am.
I can't avoid the answer.
I'm sure these memories are shining too.
They're lights of hope.