A flood of voices In this lively town
Every word Seared into my chest
It sounds obvious Floating away but
If I write down what I care about The things I treasure
Wavering between half and half My heart
Has regrets, too But So that tomorrow can be a good day
The lovely language of flowers I want to spin words
that can make someone happy in this way, too
I wonder if there are feelings not yet realized, too
Hey Right Since it doesn't appear in the dictionary
I'll install a new page
I say the first thing that comes into my head but If I can put on a brave face
I want to laugh as much as I can Isn't it funny?
The mouth is the source of happiness Walking to shout
Sometimes I wish to plug up the looming disaster
Get either the tool or the weapon And then that would make everyone smile
Please take the trouble Someone's power So we'll be able to be
After the rain, this town will bask in the light shining from the sun
Colorful drops There are no words for the scene
Since it can't be expressed We'll whistle
Well, for me, I say, let's go look for it
I'll install finding the future
I want to meet you in the next year, and the year after that
I'm wishing for that in the meantime So that tomorrow can be a good day
The lovely language of flowers I want to spin words
that can make someone happy in this way, too
I wonder if there are feelings not yet realized, too
Hey Right Since it doesn't appear in the dictionary
I'll install a new page
I'll install finding the future