Eat up dreams one after another You, living dead Feel pride, anger and sorrow At your existence as yourself Everything was over You can do nothing anymore "you are a little bit madder, a little bit madder than others" Till you get a color of your own You, be a flower Still beautiful after withering "dream is not what you search out, but what will come out in front of you" "dream is not what will come out, and you must work hard to make the dream come true" Yes, that was the last dialogue between me and you I just wanted a single color of myself