I'm going to freeze from your eyes
Flying painfully fast into the wind
Helplessly scattering flares behind me
It is fiction that sounds like nonfiction
Helplessly
Every day a moment
And if a miracle
Then I've seen it
"Is it the world that's boring? Or you yourself?"
Within a dream, yet unaware of it
I dream
I'm going to freeze from your eyes
Flying painfully fast into the wind
Helplessly scattering flares behind me
It is fiction that sounds like nonfiction
When shall we?
Every day a moment
You destroy
The pre-established harmony
"Aren't you bored from waiting so, so long?"
Sometimes I don't realize how beautiful and monochrome it all is
I'm going to burn with you, together
If there are words that describe this view
I still can't think of any
Isn't that right?
It is fiction that sounds like nonfiction
Helplessly
Every day a moment
And if a miracle
Then I've seen it
"Is it the world that's boring? Or you yourself?"
Within a dream, yet unaware of it
And then, the color of passion, oh-oh
I'm going to freeze from your eyes
Flying painfully fast into the wind
Helplessly scattering flares behind me
It is fiction that sounds like