It's Golden-Naive Super

Imagine the color of night

Reaching the outside of sight

I want you to feel the same

Come what may we will be alright

Some words can make sympathy

Sympathy makes relationships

Just like rain grows forest trees

Tells me why we can be alright

My soul of a schoolgirl still arouses me

I feel it's golden

And forms the most of myself

To be loved by everyone

We should overlook some minor bugs

But I just never can

So I live my life as I like