Now, here’s a question
Who is the one at fault?
No seeds, no traps
What a miserable
Edge of righteousness
No excuses
Exclusive slapping
Masking, masking, masking
In the dream that bloomed in such an era
Hang-up logic
Mosquito, mosquito, mosquito
The more you scratch, the deeper the itch becomes
There is no absolute
Not a genius
Disasters often
The limit with no chance of success
Exists and yet unavoidably
Crawling in the current situation
Entangled in the ties that were wound up
Correction, correction, correction
Ah, always repeating the ugly performance
A monotonous beat is bad
But not completely bad
Overwrite that precedent
Clung to the delicate chains of love and sorrow
With a talent that is hardly known
Dazzlingly getting muddy
A relatively new traditional art
Overflowing with imitations
Colorful in the mix of what-ifs
Overcoming the patched-up frustration
Goodbye to the yet unseen déjà vu
There is no correct answer
Not the royal road
It’s clear, you know
Just changing appearances
Do you think it worked somehow?
The corpse that confused rebellion and arrogance
Redemption, redemption, redemption
Ah, how long will the oath traffic jam repeat?
Short-lived seeds are sad
The end is not easy like a bat
Still burning with hope
Weave with ordinary voices and symbols
Identity
Repeating the ugly performance
A monotonous beat is bad
But not completely bad
Overwrite that precedent
Held together by the delicate chains of love and sorrow
Don’t abandon
The end of a talent that is hardly known