Countless golden flowers blooming under the sky
No matter how beautiful you are, you can't escape decay.
We are running around mediocrely on this blue planet
In fact, there is no difference between any day and the previous day.
It's nothing more than eating, sleeping, going to school and coming back from school
All that's left is memory
And when we look through our past memories, we will find
Everything becomes pale
Just like you are in front of me now
I can see through your face far, far away
Hello!
When did we first meet?
Was it yesterday?
Or three years ago?
There is no difference, in short, they are separated.
Separated
Then why meet again?
Survive
Is it just to wait until the day you die?
Since we all know we are going to die
So why are we busy creating every day?
I'm not afraid of death
What I'm afraid of is survival
What I'm afraid of is living the same every day
Quietly waiting for the death that will eventually come.
Conception: