Even the trip in the summer day
I have to make my sand grass upside down
I need to make my sand grass upside down
Again and again, but it never ends
The unclear teardrops falling down on me
The unclear teardrops falling on my head
Who is dragging my hand so hard?
When the monsoon is blasting blaze
Who determines that we are happy?
Who determines that we are unhappy?
The tiny thing becomes so small
“I'm gonna deny myself, if it turns out that I was wrong”
