Lyric

Over a long period of time

A scene piled high

And colors painted on this temperature

The pleasant air that enveloped my empty heart

And your voice that carried it

This place, overflowing with familiarity

Presses me down, preventing me from approaching

I wave my hand, but I can't shake it off

I take a step back

As time passes and the color fades

I approach again, as if by habit, and paint again

The hand that stirred adds color to this place instead

This place, overflowing with familiarity

Presses me down, preventing me from approaching

I wave my hand, but I can't shake it off

Instead, I take a step back