Kirakira Reboot

Bedhead and all, I jumped onto the morning train, one lone earring flickering in my pocket. Once I pass through the ticket gate and take a deep breath, yesterday, full of mistakes, becomes just a little bit funny.

That habit of saying "maybe I can't" — let's just seal it away for today. Sneakers that look ready to trip me up, and still, I want to run.

Let's start a sparkling reboot — click, and flip the switch in my heart. Crybaby mode: shutting down, updating into a brand-new me. Even if I stumble, I'll retry again — the future can be remade as many times as it takes. Raise your hands, jump, touch the sky, catch this now that only exists right now (c'mon, here it comes!).

A tiny dream scribbled in the corner of a textbook, a wish like a doodle I've never shown anyone. Even if I get laughed at, I pretend it's fine, but really, I want to protect it, so I hold it tight.

That backspace of weakness from the day I let it end with "whatever, anyway…" — a story I'll erase and rewrite, let's change it starting from the very first line.

Sparkling reboot, restarting once more — turning the page that had stopped moving. Sighing mode: logging out, logging back in, right at the center of my chest. Even the days that don't go well, I'll rewrite them — a feeling that even failure will turn into material. Jump together in one voice, snap your fingers, laugh it off and it's an upgrade (one more time!).

For every detour I take, the scenery just keeps adding up, doesn't it. For every little side trip, I get a little closer to the me I love.

Sparkling reboot, without limit — let's step forward at the tempo of this heartbeat. Coward mode: saved and set aside, continuing to play with my true feelings laid bare. Even if I fall, I'll retry again — tomorrow can be remade as many times as it takes. Raise your hands, jump, touch the sky, catch a smile right in the middle of the world (let's go!).