I should still be chasing after my dream.
But someone tripped me on this narrow road that is full of bends.
I’m searching for the sky that I’ve lost sight of,
but it’s not as if I want to return back to the “old time”...
I shouldn’t put up a sorrowful act and expect people to understand that I was a victim because of it..
Sins does not end with just tears. I’ll always have to bear that pain...
Who are I waiting for in this maze of emotions that doesn’t have a visible exit?
I need to be more honest and write down how I really feel in that white notebook.
I’m running away from something....
Is it ......"reality"?
"For what am I living?"
It seems that I’ve forgetten about it in the dead of the night.
I’ve no place to return to because I didn’t handle things in an inoffensive way.
Isn’t it still too early in life for me to forget those memories?
Why can’t I get use to this pain and accept it?
I have to apologize for this. Ah, I'm sorry.
I can't say it well. I'm just causing worries.
Everything that took place that day. Everything that will take place tomorrow. Everything was not done in sequence.
In order to understand what happen, shut those eyes so that you are able to see what can’t be seen.
Unnecessary rumours that I hear for the first time, so what?
"Face it and you will be 'real' friends"
Don't tell lies like these.
My heart being agitated from deep inside,
a burning sensation runs through my body.
Actually I'm expecting something
from this thing called "reality".
"For what am I living?"
I want to shout it out loud. Can you hear me?
But still,I’ve no place to return to because I didn’t handle things in an inoffensive way.
I’m always thankful for the kindness that people show me, that is why I want to become strong.
Shouldn’t I be willing to face both enemies and allies so that I can proceed on?
I’m thinking only about how I can open the next door...but
It’s already too late...
The story has already started.
Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Isn’t it still too early in life for me to forget those memories?
Why don’t I once again try to redo things that can be redone?
"For what am I living?"....
But someone tripped me on this narrow road that is full of bends.
I’m searching for the sky that I’ve lost sight of,
but it’s not as if I want to return back to the “old time”...
I shouldn’t put up a sorrowful act and expect people to understand that I was a victim because of it..
Sins does not end with just tears. I’ll always have to bear that pain...
Who are I waiting for in this maze of emotions that doesn’t have a visible exit?
I need to be more honest and write down how I really feel in that white notebook.
I’m running away from something....
Is it ......"reality"?
"For what am I living?"
It seems that I’ve forgetten about it in the dead of the night.
I’ve no place to return to because I didn’t handle things in an inoffensive way.
Isn’t it still too early in life for me to forget those memories?
Why can’t I get use to this pain and accept it?
I have to apologize for this. Ah, I'm sorry.
I can't say it well. I'm just causing worries.
Everything that took place that day. Everything that will take place tomorrow. Everything was not done in sequence.
In order to understand what happen, shut those eyes so that you are able to see what can’t be seen.
Unnecessary rumours that I hear for the first time, so what?
"Face it and you will be 'real' friends"
Don't tell lies like these.
My heart being agitated from deep inside,
a burning sensation runs through my body.
Actually I'm expecting something
from this thing called "reality".
"For what am I living?"
I want to shout it out loud. Can you hear me?
But still,I’ve no place to return to because I didn’t handle things in an inoffensive way.
I’m always thankful for the kindness that people show me, that is why I want to become strong.
Shouldn’t I be willing to face both enemies and allies so that I can proceed on?
I’m thinking only about how I can open the next door...but
It’s already too late...
The story has already started.
Open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Isn’t it still too early in life for me to forget those memories?
Why don’t I once again try to redo things that can be redone?
"For what am I living?"....
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