折れる Togatta NAIFU mitaina kokoro de Hosonagaku imi mo nai hibi wo kezuru Tsumotta kako to ka taikutsu to ka Moenai gomi no hi ni dashite sono mama
Atesaki no nai tegami mitaina Ikiba mo ibasho mo nai bokura wo Surikomareta yume ya kibou wa Moenai gomi no hi ni dashite sono mama
Hantoumei de futashikana maku ga bokura wo sekai wo tsutsunde wa Go ME-TORU no genjitsukan wo Itsuka nakushite Miushinatte itte~
Kurayami no saki no kasumu youna hikari Fukara sei no soukousei Susanda boku wa chou ni nareru ka na
Oreru...
Kiekaketa nibui itami made Dekirunara sutenaide oite sono mama
Hantoumei de futashikana maku ga bokura wo sekai wo tsutsunde mo Go ME-TORU no genjitsukan wo Wasurenaide ite Zutto tsunaide ite~
Akirame no warui sekai ga yobu bokura wo GARASU sei no yokubou de nozoita saki ni nani ga aru
Kurayami no saki no kasumu youna hikari Fukara sei no soukousei Susanda boku wa chou ni nareru ka na
Oreru (x3) In the heart that seems like a sharpened knife The long and delicate meaning that doesn't exist cuts down from day to day The piled up past or the boredom Are drawn out as is on the days when the waste doesn't burn
Like a letter without an address Our future place and even the current one are both non-existent The fraye