歌詞

Twenty-nine—flip the calendar

PC’s glow; dawn hits with a burst

Today’s stack begins right here

It’s my turn—mark the line

I want happiness—burning at the goal

I want happiness—breath falling into place

I want happiness—down to the warmth of a hand

Let all my life brim toward a “proof I lived.”

I want happiness—in work and in body

I want happiness—love in full

I want happiness—hold it all

With my “now,” I’ll prove the future

— The Reality of Twenty-Nine

Twenty-nine—workload up, sleep in scraps, still leaning forward

A mountain of unread, weights not met—fix the form, align them both

On the desk: contracts, a shaker—every box filled

Cutting’s hunger, deadline’s hunger—bite both and move

Not “are we there yet?”—it’s “still going?”—self-question, self-answer

In planner margins, bold symbols leaving resolve

Numbers don’t lie; the mirror can’t be fooled

I can’t erase weakness—so polish it till it shines

Match the breathing—metronome

Align the heartbeat—ride the count

Set a quiet flame upon the chest

No shout—step forward

I want happiness—burning at the goal

I want happiness—breath falling into place

I want happiness—down to the warmth of a hand

Let all my life brim toward a “proof I lived.”

— The Reality of Twenty-Nine

Fluorescents—office morning; silent training room—night’s scent

KPI is a blade; the bar is a blade—grip them to protect people

Waves of SNS, a flash of buzz—life doesn’t change in one hit

Dishwashing, step-ups—acts of “stacking” share the same roots

Turn envy into a step, anxiety into fuel—mix and convert to firepower

No “someone else’s bar”—I sort by my own standard

Pleasure is short-track; calm is middle-distance; trust is ultra-marathon

Three kinds—daily dosing, design, and run it through

I want happiness—burning at the goal

I want happiness—homeward under the moon

I want happiness—to that smiling side-profile

Let all my life brim toward a “proof I lived.”

— The Reality of Twenty-Nine

Short-term perfect scores flipped from surface skim;

Long-term view lets the average fight back

Choose layered reflection over single-track thinking;

Break down defeats to make victory airtight

Numbers don’t lie—yet it’s how you use them

Measure right, then strike; map out the future like a blueprint

Fix the form; invest in sleep; note nutrition splits each morning

One line in meetings—design the order; courage to apologize grows trust

Loss is a recipe—hit with density; don’t dilute, don’t fake

If you can’t see a ceiling, go carve your name in it

Countless mornings make me

Countless nights protect me

Even if I fall, my footprints lean forward

The reality of twenty-nine—still mid-journey

I want happiness—burning at the goal

I want happiness—breath falling into place

I want happiness—down to the warmth of a hand

Let all my life brim toward a “proof I lived.”

I want happiness—in work and in body

I want happiness—love in full

With my “now,” I’ll prove the future

— The Reality of Twenty-Nine

“That’s impossible” is just noise

Advance by “balancing to do it all.”

Blank pages—rewrite with pressure of the pen

The Reality of Twenty-Nine—here begins the main story