Every time I started a new journey, I don't know how I will be tomorrow.
Maybe this is not important to say goodbye to it.
Don't look back, there are a lot of things that can't be picked up.
My freshness once again, let me down, let me be silent
I then launched my madness.
I feel that I don't like recognition, I'm getting closer.
The young memory has also begun to yellow
The people in the journey come and leave one.
His a helpless expression on the face is getting clearer
It's only quietly facing these helplessness.
