Then they try to run over you like you're nothing.
I don't smoke, but a cigarette smoke tells me about you.
I don't even have the resources to say that what I've seen and experienced was a dream. I'm so lonely I can't find anyone to tell me about me.
I'm drifting around like a derelict being.
I've seen everything in this world, I've never seen happiness, I've never seen happiness in this face.
Even though the bird's wing is broken, it has the joy of living,
I have no wings, and my hope is hidden in the Lost Memories of the stars.
Is there anyone on earth who can understand me, everyone says I understand you, but they want to understand their own thoughts to reflect my soul.
God only owns my body and soul.
Even the thoughts that slip between the melodies have trouble telling you about me.
You want to be as much as you're not in this life, did you ask me?
No, I'm dedicated to wet faces and warm palms.
When my time is gone, even saying goodbye to you is forced like a Magic Flute.
I thought what I did wrong at a time.
While I was raising awareness, I unwittingly upset myself so much that I even made you so valuable to me.
I have time because I decide the time
whether it's dark or bright.
And I'm not the only one who's ever done anything wrong with you, and I'm the only one who's ever done anything wrong with you, and I'm the only one who's ever done anything wrong with you, and I'm the only one who's ever done anything wrong with you, and I'm the only one who's ever done anything wrong with you,
I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to touch the stars again.
Now it doesn't matter to me if there are wet tears coming out of the sky, because my tears are running dry now, and there's no need for a handkerchief.
You don't know what a handkerchief is.
And all my handkerchiefs are hidden for you by the wetness of my tears .
Your sea eyes will never see me again.