Peach Orange

When all of our flaws were counting, we weren't able to figure out ourselves. We were young and bored. We had the world in our hands, and it was our choice to do whatever with it. Unfortunately, we chose to tremble with it in our hands, waiting for someone to dictate the way of handling it. We were captured in our own cage and we couldn't blame anyone for it. We've created it, and we had to break it down to the ground.
We started chopping it with our sins and rubble and, in no time, we were free to live.
Free to make mistakes, to fall in love, to rise in happiness.