RESULT OF NEXT

Even the trip in the summer day
Will be ending up so quickly

I have to make my sand grass upside down
I need to make my sand grass upside down

Again and again, but it never ends

Even the green of my soul
Will be getting so yellow

The unclear teardrops falling down on me
The unclear teardrops falling on my head

Who is dragging my hand so hard?

When the monsoon is blasting blaze
I hear the voice screaming
Shouting out loud
“That's a bloody bullshit”
He says, and it's true...

Who determines that we are happy?
The stalled deadly eyes
The eyes are encircled around
Who determines that we are unhappy?
The tiny thing becomes so small
I'll give an answer
“I'm gonna deny myself, if it turns out that I was wrong”