For months went by I walked until this place
Lost many things I got many thinking and I'm living now
Because my memory is overwrite I forget gently
What was the most precious for me?
I just seek into my back And I dive into storage's sea
Spread wings into the sky The many factor is changing me
But is not the precious same? There is no that I'm troubled
Spread wings into the sky The many factor is changing me
But is not the precious same? There is no useless thing All I Need
What matters is what I fucking want to do
Take the nostalgic bloom from fucking my heart
Stand up with my foot I am already getting perverse thing
I fight and betoken myself I am already getting perverse thing
I lost many things I got many thinking
Cause memory's overwrite I forget
What was the most precious for me?
What did I fantasize at that time? What did I want?