I'm standing on the center of the black ocean,I have no foresight.
Where should I go?where will I be? I try to see around me but it's no use.
life flows eternally on the river like a weed
which when it reaches a quiet lake,where it will rot with the water
Get up,I'll try one more time
get up ,like spring's buds
In the endless words,we're both getting bored
with other actions and words ,we try to reassure ourselves
the more acknowledgement, the novelty gets further and further away
just going back and forth like a pendulum,it will shake everyday
Get up,I'll try one more time
get up ,like spring's buds
Living life lightly is eventually,binding yourself up
even if the world ignores me, i will have to live,
as beautiful as the flower is, it wilts faster
even the dew drops that used to be clear when the sunlight shone on it,it dries up in a moment
Get up,I'll try one more time
get up ,like spring's buds
Get up,I'll try one more time
get up ,like spring's buds