Did you make it to the clouds with your weightless, uneven wing?
Be sure to look down, from wherever you are
As to not engulfed in the calm sky
As to not be deceived
If you fall now, that's the end?
That's a bit convenient, isn't it?
You're scared, right?
It's not like you will die, deranged by chaos
Capture by faint hopes
Worn out by the monotonous life
In the space illuminated by firefly
Just as I felt it
I choose tomorrows
You scared, white paper?
Not seeing tomorrows
Nor seeing societies
The comfort and fools of flowing moment
I am staying here
With no intention of hiding
Let's lick our wounds with the laugh of our sorrow
Today, I will dye your sky with ash again.
