In a monotonous non-fiction, adorned with deceptive pictures
Tired of playing like that, hey, who are you now?
Climbing up and down an endless staircase
Where is this? There is no answer, strangely empty
The you reflected in my eyes is unbelievably beautiful
Don’t hide the next lines, capture it in one shot
Why did the sun, betrayed by the moon,
For whom did I cry?
Whether you know and get hurt, or don’t know and get hurt
Where does fiction begin and end?
Even the despair that I can’t bear right now
Let it be born from there, hope
If that is love, I don’t need gentle lies
Search for each other, entwined in the fake of ego
Paranoia, an inevitable bad end
All flow, sorry for the pain
Lower your eyes, the completion of indifference
Spoilers without caring about anyone
Route A, Route B, Tick Tack, which way did you go?
Before I knew it, I was always searching for the conclusion
For whom did you cry?
Wanting to believe, wanting to be believed
Even though you were right there
Why did the sun, betrayed by the moon,
For whom did I cry?
Whether you know and get hurt, or don’t know and get hurt
Where does fiction begin and end?
Even the despair that I can’t bear right now
Let it be born from there, hope
If that is love, because it never ends
I’ll embrace you, so I don’t need gentle lies
