The past
we are young
That frivolousness, that arrogance
Who said:
Cute and hateful
It seems that I have forgotten the memory I once wanted most
And now
Unchanging characters, unchanging background
I can still smile freely, but the authenticity is missing
Elegant and quiet demeanor, but always unavoidable that falseness
Weird stories that seem true and false
Familiar people are panicking
Helpless but conscious game
Who could be the manipulator behind the scenes?
Do you and I still play a role in it?
I'm stuck in this situation, there's nothing I can do about it
Do you know?
Flowers bloom, no fragrance...