I don't want to understand, because fairy tales are too beautiful
So I understand, because the reality is too clear
It turns out that everything is not eternal
It's just that the idea is too beautiful
It turns out that everything is not pure white
It's just that we wear masks
When we gradually surround our memories with ideals
Render the past with fairy tales
next rain
How should we meet in reality?
Wrapped in mask
How should we continue walking?
Can only turn around
Speechless