graduation

Yea is it the last?
Do you change it now different tomorrow yesterday?
A past memory

In the days of the past to cherish
I project the present figure
Can be dyed in days in the future
I did a hesitation decoration

Because nothing changes, I walk separately until now

In the rail where a hesitation for the future and the uneasiness lead to tomorrow though "good-bye" which it originated here, and told it

Days to arrive in the sky when I am free without it being tied up for a past to be able to surely flap
Because I was going to step forward all the time

I "sleep well", and it is the fifth again
Even as for when to see again
I remote each
Because I do not forget it

Because nothing changes, I walk separately as before

As for "the good-bye" that originated here, and told as for the hesitation for the future and the uneasiness
In a rail connected tomorrow

Days to arrive in the sky when I am free without it being tied up for a past to be able to surely flap
On a rail leading to a dream
To from this which I promise like oneself, and I do not see

Is it some bluff? Did you act grown-up?
After all are you lonely?

In the rail where a hesitation for the future and the uneasiness lead to tomorrow though "good-bye" which it originated here, and told it

Days to arrive in the sky when I am free without it being tied up for a past to be able to surely flap
On a rail leading to a dream
To from this which I promise like oneself, and I do not see

punk rock pro-visual

I look alone, and stretch itself…I catch the wing which I grow a hand and shaded a dream with and am proud…The way which I walk

A hand gesture payment except oneself
I abandoned the power except the ideal
With that alone if it is good…?
With that alone made a smile; "what is sad?" It was not answered "…Can you watch it?

Was there never tears to spill it?
Live alone…Is it the freedom that it is hurt, and it expected?

I draw the same dream and pass each other…I hesitate about the words that I believe it and touch you and shed and tie a hand…Will you let a flower bloom?

I whom I believed without letting invisible sorrow bloom…To us called the existence…

I stared at the piece which I missed and shed tears…
Does I'm sorry? Now I shed it…Do you wipe tears?
I sing…Now tomorrow than anyone…Our flower

I am holding the tears entirely in the past…All join
A hand and this thought that I joined together for the first time…I do not separate it all the time…

Never…I do not separate it all the time…Never…Because I do not separate it…