Even the trip in the summer day
Will be ending up so quickly
I have to make my sand grass upside down
I need to make my sand grass upside down
Again and again, but it never ends
Even the green of my soul
Will be getting so yellow
The unclear teardrops falling down on me
The unclear teardrops falling on my head
Who is dragging my hand so hard?
When the monsoon is blasting blaze
I hear the voice screaming
Shouting out loud
“That's a bloody bullshit”
He says, and it's true...
Who determines that we are happy?
The stalled deadly eyes
The eyes are encircled around
Who determines that we are unhappy?
The tiny thing becomes so small
I'll give an answer
“I'm gonna deny myself, if it turns out that I was wrong”