Lyric

At the crossroads where the scent of the sea lingers

The distant sky connects me to my hometown

With aching fists buried deep in my pockets

I wander aimlessly through the city streets

In these uninspiring days

Even my pride is slowly wearing away

Shaped by sweat and tears

I trust my fists to shatter my doubts

Days when reality tries to crush me

Walls closing in from every side

A voice whispers, "You can't go on,"

Yet beyond my clenched fists

The future wavers, waiting to be claimed

If I stand still

The shadow of surrender will catch up to me

If fear outruns me

I won’t even make it to the ring

Transform weakness and tears into strength

Let the bell inside your heart ring out

And charge toward your rival

Life itself is a ring

The fight never truly ends

The only thing to do before the canvas

Is to plant your feet and stand firm

Falling through failure and defeat

Looking up at the sky, I see no hope

Even with my eyes closed

All I hear is my heartbeat

To find the truth

I must cross the ropes of my own limits

Raise your fists and erase the weakness of your past

As long as you keep standing in the ring

One day, the tides will turn in your favor

Life is a battle, always has been

Sometimes, you will lose

What truly matters

Is having faith in the road ahead

Even when storms strike without reason

I have been storing the strength to withstand them

The sight of my raised fists, standing strong

May become someone else’s beacon of hope

With these battered fists

Let each step forward be proof of my fight

Even rusted hands

Can still hold onto a glimmer of hope

I want to see a view that no one has seen before

To rise above my own weakness

Turn cheers and jeers alike into power

And stand up once again, filled with courage

To seize the future version of myself

The bell of destiny rings

One more time—

The match begins again

Fight!