The withered roots crumble
Just like the me I once was
Should I water them? Even if I do, it’s pointless
Until the day they turn to nothing
Let’s drown in dreams scented by the mountains
See what we’ve been searching for
The teacher is gone now
Let’s go to the ends of the forest to see it all
Let’s put an end to the boring things
I long for the smell of the sea
If you say sprouts have come, then my friends and I
We said we killed them
Things stabbed by stakes
Perhaps they look ugly by now
Let’s cleanse our hands in the river
Let’s gather the sprouts that have bloomed
Tired for life
Let’s see the mountains with too little money
Fall with a love we can’t ride
My chest aches
I muttered with a fake smile
Glass shards pierced through
Loneliness ends in a heaven-and-hell
Let’s spend the night on the wet roads
Kick away useless rules
I know nothing of laws or whatnot
Let’s go see a quiet place
Let’s live without cunning
Just to see you
Just to see you
