When I was younger, I had lots of curiosities and was clumsy
25 is still a clumsy age
Crying easily
I’m a bit different than then
The world has changed a lot, too
I’m trying to become small again
At times, I don’t want to grow up
Like natural days
I want to talk about myself, but it’s hard
I wanna take a look around
And every time I try to fly high
Everything I dreamed of gets drawn clearly
Even my slow steps feel light
When the sun shines, shadows also become dark
It’s turning blue
Everything’s pouring out and overflowing
I just sit there for a moment again
It’s not bad getting used to now
Because the cozy wind is blowing, too
At times, I don’t want to grow up
Like natural days
I want to talk about myself, but it’s hard
I wanna take a look around
And every time I try to fly high
Everything I dreamed of gets drawn clearly
Even my slow steps feel light
Quarreling with my cat, filled with scribbles
Miniatures scattered around here and there
Quarreling with my cat, filled with scribbles
Miniatures scattered around here and there