The world and you, anyone at all, is custom-made
Saying there's no substitute
The sound of knocking on the door of my heart beckons me
With this framed piece of paper, it should be enough, right?
Carrying the city's buildings like a cross
If even this puppet has a role,
I guess it's like being a passerby named A
With my right hand buried in a bag for someone else,
A trembling place, the magic that unravels
Just like the night shows its hand to the moon
Even though it's different from where my heart wants to go, why do the tears come?
I'm not sad or anything, yet they overflow and won't stop, why?
The world and you, anyone at all, is custom-made
Saying there's no substitute
To the side where the sound of knocking on my heart is heard
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The inner pocket that hides a child's dreams
Had holes like the lined-up buildings
I wonder when I stopped being able to say, "What if I became an adult someday?"
On the other side of the glass with no exit,
I'm smiling, asking, "Is that okay with you?"
Saying "It's fine" when my heart doesn't really mean it
Even if there's nothing to expect from a B4 test,
Tomorrow belongs to me
Even though it's different from where my heart wants to go, why do the tears come?
I'm not sad or anything, yet they overflow and won't stop, why?
Even though it's different from where my heart wants to go, why do the tears come?
I'm not sad or anything, yet they overflow and won't stop, why?
The world and you, anyone at all, is custom-made
Saying there's no substitute
To the side where the sound of knocking on my heart is heard
Lined up, showing split colors, even if it's custom-made,
If that's the case, there seems to be a reason for my existence