i'm definitely probably fine now, because i know where it hurts, see
if i pick up my tears on my own, someday they'll change into magic
i just forgot for a little bit; a very long 'little bit'
at times when there wasn't any sun, we drew it into the world with crayons, right?
the group of us that weren't found by a knight in shining armour
i have to go find it; the voice that kept calling us back and forth
unable to even become a sigh, the thought that didn't even have a name
sunk its claws into the bottom of my heart, and endured
if i touch and make it real, i can figure out its shape and sound
like that, i could always find the words i wanted to say
if you look back at the footprints that have drawn out a warped line without interruption
it's so easy to understand that it's sad: they always extend out towards here
i'm not good at cherishing things, but i know that they're important
i hope at the very least, that white letter will arrive where it needs to
you're not overthinking things by staying in that darkness
you're just looking for your next step up, with a courageous gaze
unleash, with your voice, those thoughts that have been given shining feathers
towards where those feet should go; towards the future you couldn't see if you didn't
each of those thoughts that flew know better than anyone that you didn't give up, may they absolutely arrive safely
once again, once again, with those crayons, however you like
once again, go ahead, with your favourite colours, transparently
once again, once again, with those crayons, turn this world...
now is the time, so go ahead, it can be changed into magic.
"ah, why, why has it..." cycles and repeats, but even still you continued, didn't you? at the bottom of my heart, tears are flames: the time to face each other is here
if you can touch and verify them, they'll give you a shape and sound
your words have always been looking for you
and like that, they've found you