I seemed to dug up the lurked dark in me by force and writhed
I’ve been looking for the lie from the truth, the truth from the lie like mad
If this place I exist isn’t that I’ve been looking for, it’s not wrong and probably the answer is not one
I will paint the sights I like with twelve colors in my heart To polluted self-portrait that I changed many times
I made everything sacrifice and implicate And I attributed chuckled myself to the age
As saying “Are there any more good things? “ and I keep on waving a useless theory
And I’ve known finally that we can’t change a thing if we making do with Cheap tricks
If this place I exist isn’t that I’ve been hoping , it’s not so bad The answer is not one You say, “I love you.” And if it is just so much talk, I will be so happy It is the truth for me , too
The intersection, the traffic lights, the smell of exhaust, the horn, graffiti on the wall, the torn poster
If this place I exist isn’t that I’ve been looking for, it’s not wrong and the answer is not usually one I will paint the sights I like with twelve colors in my heart To polluted self-portrait that I changed many times