Back when I was young,
I believed that
if I waited long enough,
my dreams would come true.
Making a wish to the light
flowing in the sky,
I smiled while shaping my present.

Then I became aware,
that even if I wait,
my dreams will not come true.
Kind people only suffer from sadness,
being buried in the darkness called memories.

The overflowing stench of sin
Why is it that I can't protect love
without hurting everyone else's feelings?
Pieces of overflowing lies
Someone's tears are sliping into
the happiness I held in my hands.

Although I was born to this world
with nothing but my heart,
which is without amusement
from the moment I held it,
I'm afraid of losing it.
Even tranquility some day
turns to the enemy

This smell of sin
Why can't I live my life
without hurting anyone?
Pieces of warped lies
While dreaming of an incredible tomorrow,
I count the sleepless nights.