Paradise

Paradise; Nagwon

Marathon, marathon, life’s long, so take it slow.

42.195, the end is filled with a paradise of dreams.

But the real world is different from what’s promised…

We need to run, we need to step on it while the signal’s hot.

You don’t have a destination. There’s no scenery at all.

Until the moment you run out of breath, you need to, you need to…

It’s alright to stop.

There’s no need to run without even knowing the reason.

It’s alright to not have a dream if you have moments where you can feel happiness.

It’s alright to stop, don’t run with even knowing the destination.

It’s alright to not have a dream.

All the breaths you breathe are already in paradise.

We borrow dreams from others (like a debt).

We learn that we must become great (like a light).

Your dream is really a burden.

If having a future is a dream, then what’s the dream you had last night in bed?

It’s alright if the name of the dream is different:

Buying a laptop next month, or just eating and sleeping,

Having a lot of money without doing anything.

Who says a dream must be something grand, anyone can have them.

We deserve a life, whether big or small, you are you after all.

But the real world is different from what’s promised…

We need to run, we need to step on it while the signal’s hot.

You don’t have a destination. There’s no scenery at all.

Until the moment you run out of breath, you need to, you need to…

It’s alright to stop.

There’s no need to run without even knowing the reason.

It’s alright to not have a dream if you have moments where you can feel happiness.

It’s alright to stop, don’t run with even knowing the destination.

It’s alright to not have a dream.

All the breaths you breathe are already in paradise.

I don’t have a dream… sometimes, dreaming is scary.

Just living like this, just surviving like this is a small dream to me.

Dreaming, holding onto that dream, breathing, sometimes these things are hard.

Saying so-and-so lives like this, so-and-so lives like that, the world’s swearing at me.

Yeah, the world doesn’t have the right to swear.

I’m learning how to dream… no one ever taught me.

Inside a made-up dream, it’s just tearful sleep talk.

I wake up from this nightmare for you.

Now let’s try to smile every day, in that paradise.

It’s alright to stop, don’t run with even knowing the destination.

It’s alright to not have a dream.

All the breaths you breathe are already in paradise.

Stop runnin’ for nothin’ my friend,

Now stop this foolish race.

Stop runnin’ for nothin’ my friend,

All the breaths you breathe are already in paradise.

Stop runnin’ for nothin’ my friend,

You don’t need a dream like everyone dreams.

Stop runnin’ for nothin’ my friend,

All the breaths you breathe are already in paradise.