Sadness, as see through as ice
Wisdom, as though never spoken
Ghosts, in the end will be in the image of ghosts and will disappear
Like a clang we accept our resonance
The thing he longed for, How he ended up
You feeling grief, today that is something that cannot be helped.
Like that of someone trying to hide something, Like the things that they lost
The empty days, Does it need be taken back?, Well Then, See you again tomorrow.
Having no interest, like it was nothing
Transparency if separated from the investigation will lead to not knowing a thing
As such is not good, can't run away, will no longer do
Its not clear, like a ring
The thing he longed for, How he ended up
You feeling grief, today that is something that cannot be helped.
Like that of someone trying to hide something, Like the things that they lost
The empty days, Does it need be taken back?, With that, See you again tomorrow.
Slowly, it became a ring, it became a simple thing
Does he agree of it? Does he oppose it? What would he do about it?
Hand in hand, 1,2,3 they went out
Whose the heretic now?! Whose the heretic now ?!
The thing he longed for, How he ended up
You feeling grief, today that is something that cannot be helped.
Like that of someone trying to hide something, Like the things that they lost
The empty days, Does it need be taken back?, Well Then, See you again tomorrow.