Lyric

I've been looking away from everything since then

The day, It was too annoying

Every time I look down, the sigh increases, the usual morning

Your rude hand that tried to overlap my hand was troublesome ever

Your eyes that tend to dream were also annoying like the drawing

Wasted dreams and senses of emptiness born from intense self-consciousness are

No different from the ever-changing sky above, each time I look up

Standing in the middle of the way I was trying to get involved

You knew it from the beginning, didn't you?

I'm lost myself

I don’t wanna see me 'n' my weak self-portlait that can’t be changed anymore

If you cling to those memories, will you be, will I be satisfied?”