[Verse 1] Looking back on the time I've lived One truth I only learned after fifty. Meeting a lot of people. They don't always save me. From some point on, when I meet someone... I realized that my whole body was even more exhausted. The energy of the mind is draining away. My body became as heavy as a stone. [Verse 2] Is it because I'm sensitive? Has I changed? For a while, only within me. Questions clashed. I started to reduce the number of people little by little. Instead of hiding as if fleeing, As if organizing. As if greeting. I carefully took me out. [Bridge] It only then started to show. I found the lost time again. A day when I was held back by a flood of appointments. It started flowing at my own pace. The late-night drinking sessions have disappeared. Even encounters that were hard to find meaning naturally disappeared. Between the gaps of time that were empty. I, who was awkward, walked out. [Chorus] All that remained was physical strength and mental space. A night where you don't have to get tired of forced laughter. Ending a day without being consumed by others' opinions. My steps on the way home were light. A quiet heart is grasped in my hand. When the anxious words stopped. My thoughts became clear. Rather than meeting someone. I realized that meeting me comes first. [Chorus] All that remained was physical strength and mental space. Days when you don't have to hide behind a hollow laugh. I don't have to bow my head to match. My steps on the way home have become more relaxed. A quiet heart embraced me. When the uncomfortable appointment was cut off. My inside was quietly filled. Reducing the number of people... life felt lighter...
