"Sadness scatters all around
Into the imagination I paint with heart and soul
I fall head over heels
Never to reach that sky again
Unlike the flowers that bloom before my eyes
I cannot even await the spring
In my fading conscience
Constantly piling fantasies onto tomorrow
The passing seasons are crying
It is the rain pouring down without a word
Which coldly soaks the sad sound of my footsteps
There is no such thing as freedom
in the blue stained sky
Only refreshing despair
Smeared with pessimistic thoughts
My single wing dooms me to be grounded
It's not as If I was averting my eyes from
the warmth between us
It pained me every time I tried to close
this seemingly distant gap between us
What should I do?
I don't know so I can't step forward
It's over isn't it?
If it goes on like this I might break
It's always like this with you
How you gently hurt me
Never letting go of my heart"