This time in my life, I want to raise my head for myself, or at least bloom proudly and dance wildly. If the wind blows, I will wait for a clear sky. The harder it rains, the stronger the sense of rhythm. When the wind and rain have passed and the sky is facing the wind, I will be moved. This time, I will raise my head for myself, or at least bloom proudly. Who can hear my heart? Who can understand, who can hear? So I will come from all directions. When the storm has passed and the sky is facing the wind, I won't give up. I can be moved. This time, I raised my head for myself, at least I should bloom proudly. When the storm has passed and I don't give up, I can be moved. This time, I raised my head for myself, at least I should bloom proudly.