Lyric

Always something makes me pure is treasure in my heart

It’s old days of my life, in a meadow in my land

Always something makes me pure is treasure in my heart

Something I was happy with it

Deep inside

Deep inside

The treasure lies

The treasure lies

It’s my heart of

Loving forest

Loving snow

Loving trains

Loving planes

Deep inside

Deep inside

The treasure lies

The treasure lies

It’s my heart of

Loving forest

Loving snow

Loving trains

Loving planes

Many days

Many days

We are working

We are fighting

In the midst of

Rules of cold adults

Struggling with somebody

Suffering somebody

But at the time I’m so cold

At the time I’m upset

I somehow remember them

What I loved

Then I began to think

Then I began to think

“Which is the real myself, the past or now?”

Always something makes me pure is treasure in my heart

It’s old days of my life, in a meadow in my land

Always something makes me pure is treasure in my heart

Something I was happy with it

Deep inside

Deep inside

The treasure lies

The treasure lies

It’s my heart of

Loving art

Loving songs

Loving a ride

Loving a trip

Deep inside

Deep inside

The treasure lies

The treasure lies

It’s my heart of

Loving art

Loving songs

Loving a ride

Loving a trip

Many days

Many days

We are working

We are fighting

In the midst of

Rules of clever adults

Indulging in something bad

Cheating at many cases

But at the time I see it

But at the time I see it

Some kind of sadness strikes my heart

Clever self and adults’ prides I got might be fakes

Because they’re almost killing what has made me pure

I came to have a thought, like that

Many days

Many days

We are working

We are fighting

In the midst of

Cold adults’ society

Struggling with many thing

Disappointed many times

But before I’m ruined

But before I’m ruined

They come to save me

My treasure

Clever self and adults’ prides I got might be fakes

Because they’re almost killing what has made me pure

I started pursue again

My treasure