A diary is not where you write beautiful things.
I could never live the way they want me to.

I paint my face is passionate bright red color and lazy white.
Even if I run out of the ink, I wouldn’t stop painting.

Glory of the past; it is like a mirage.
I know we cannot go back.

Riding on the dragon’s back, I even wanna enjoy some mistakes of life.
As people screamed and showed their awkward dance, I screamed along with them.
Color your life how you want; that is what I believe.
Split the clouds and feel the wind like a mane flutters in the wind.

You know comparing yourself to others means nothing.
So, why don’t you sleep it off sometimes?

New world, it is like a mirage.
Though I could be comfortable in the current situation, I might get bored.

I wanna burn this sunset into my memory.
Then I may have a willowy sky when aged.
We are just bad students who just go for what they believe like poets enjoy their poetries.
We sing songs along with ripples.

Ugh, but I still cannot see a utopia at all.
Damn, I think I am losing myself.
Would it be easy if I just jump off from up here?
Why do you cry?

Riding on the dragon’s back, I even wanna enjoy some mistakes of life.
As people screamed and showed their awkward dance, I screamed along with them.
Color your life how you want; that is what I believe.
Split the clouds and feel the breeze through your mane.

美辞麗句燻すダイアリー　そんなの書くとこじゃないのに
自我意識汚すタイトロープ　何れも此れも何もかも準えんなよ

情熱の朱と怠惰に似た白を塗りたくったり
掠れど鼓動のままに幼気なメロウ飼ってる

旧正解　それ蜃気楼みたい
急降下　それなりの覚悟くらいはしてるつもりだけど

僕ら龍の背中を走っている　時に揺れて酔いどれ錯綜中
吠えて　危な気に舞った　それならばと僕も吠えた
ただ我流に衣を粧している　思い思い纏えば最前線
雲を裂いて飛んでいく　鬣の様に靡かせて

焦熱の鳶と平らに喰らいつけば裏目ったり
さすれば風吹くままに寝汚く眠りゃ良いんじゃない

新世界　また蜃気楼みたい
急旋回　跨り描くこの世界も悪くないんだけど

僕ら夕の姿に眩んでいる　目玉を唆せば絶景さ
やがて老いぼれになった空ならば嫋やかだろう
ただ雅遊宛らに口火を切る　されど僕ら畝らぬ劣等生
海と戯れて飛んでいく　漣の様に歌わせて

嗚呼　桃源は一向に見えないな
やばいな等身大見失いそう
いっそ此処から飛び降りてしまえば
お前ばっかり何故　今　啼(な)いているんだろう

僕ら龍の背中を走っている　時に揺れて酔いどれ錯綜中
吠えて　危な気に舞った　それならばと僕も吠えた
ただ我流に衣を粧している　思い思い纏えば最前線
雲を裂いて飛んでいく　鬣の様に靡かせて