Thunderclap

There's no change reflected in my clean eyes along the roadside [bad word] through mach-50 dreams
 whirlwind has coiled around my wrists
 Making a vow to the wounds I got from my past self

The blue sky is wrapped in grey
 I've waited impatiently as the wind caresses my shoulders
 I've continued to hold on with both hands
 To a nihilistic hope called "thunderclap"

I keep [bad word] - I stop
 I keep on hitting away - I open my fists
 Engraved in my palms
 Is each step that let me arrive to today

Tomorrow is enduring the tears of the twilight sky
 With its own wind blowing
 To when we, before long, [bad word] adults
 Thunderclap

Who are the rivals who are allies with others?
 It's easier than being afraid
 So [bad word]  striking out my fists again
 Driving away the 'loneliness' lodged in my heart

Until now I quickly continue to lose
 But I keep betting on myself
 My permanent image is Lucky 7
 [bad word] cross-counter with my past self

I've continued to aspire
 But this path is still going on
 Surely "freak of nature" is engraved
 On the palms of my wrenched-open hands

If the rain's surprise attack
 Had put an end to this story
 Someday it would harden the earth
 And would [bad word] the path we walk on

The storm passes, there's a break in the clouds
 New light shall pour out again
 At that moment, I can likely meet myself face-to-face

Tomorrow is enduring the tears of the twilight sky
 With its own wind blowing
 To when we, before long, [bad word] adults
 Thunderclap