Even if a thorny path leads to this point,
I turn to the front without losing sight of me and want to walk.
Only oneself is not sad.
There is the person who cannot laugh.
As for the person who cannot look at a point.
I do not want to lose the heart
that is kinder to size of a stone to trip on than a pain I beat,
and to feel.
I am me.
Do not bear a grudge; do not hate it.
I forgive it and take it and can wrap it up.
There wants to be it with such me.