When these white feathers
Are dyed black,
The applause of defeat will ring out, Clap Clap Clap
Now, the word “Talent” has become a curse for me
I learned that the heart that talks about dreams
Will someday break
When I found out
I cried and closed my eyes
Giving up is not a wise choice
All I should do is erase everything that gets in my way
When these white feathers
Are dyed black,
I thought I could fly higher than anyone else
Here is the stage
Where admiration and hatred mix together
I set a vivid trap, trap, trap
A feather that will soon
Reach the throne
The lonely winner
Plucks those feathers and laughs
Without looking at myself
Suffering from constraints,
I accepted the broken illusion and opened my eyes
If I could win without sin,
I wanted you to burn my dirty feathers away
The more I disguise it with lies,
The more the pain pierces through my body
I felt like I could be stronger than anyone else
I dance weakly,
Unable to forget my admiration and hatred
I’m Swan Swan Swan
I overlap the flower that was stepped on with me,
And I shed tears
When these white feathers
Are dyed black,
I thought I could spread my wings more than anyone else
Here is the stage
Where admiration and hatred mix together
I set a vivid trap, trap, trap
The applause has faded away