このスピードの先へ (kono speed no saki e)

Hurry up and be late
The end of April is running away and getting worn out
The passing scenery, the feeling that it might disappear, the shadow of someday
Can you see it?

I hear a voice
Run
Yes, out of breath

Just go and be late
Towards the end of this speed
Throw away hesitation, in the throbbing memories
Let's say goodbye gently, yes

Run
Yes, out of breath