Those days have gone grey
There's no sharpness nor sound behind them!
I'm scared of this crowd
I feel as if I had a trip to an island
Give those back to me
Oh yes, I mean my coloured pictures with the sound
Something is torn
Something is torn apart
Something related to my future
I wish to go back in time
I'm stuck in here
I live with a backward-ticking clock
The things I see, the things I touch
All of the cruel clocks in the world tick them away
I must someday forget today
One last reason why I can't stop living you
The things I see, the things I touch
All of the cruel clocks in the world tick them away
I must someday forget today
One last reason why I can't stop living you
In my view
There's nothing meaningless
'Cause I'll grasp new sand
In my hands, in my view
There's no knowing that what colour I had
There's no knowing that what colour I had
Repetition of destruction
And creation is the phenomenon called the time going by
Sayonara to you today
Just to see you tomorrow again
I thought I was walking in deep woods
What have gone to grey is my memories and the dead trees around
I thought I was walking in deep woods
I realised they are grey for me to see the brilliant colours of spring
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Everything will pass
Everything is passing you!
Everything is passing you!
Give those back to me
Oh yes, I mean my coloured
Pictures with the sound
Something is torn
Something is torn apart
Something related to my future
The things I see, the things I touch
All of the cruel clocks in the world tick them away
I must someday forget today
One last reason why I can't stop living you
The things I see, the things I touch
All of the cruel clocks in the world tick them away
I must someday forget today
One last reason why I can't stop living you
What to see is colours of spring
I would love to have them grey
What to see is colours of spring
I would love to have them grey