Wanting to spit out the jarred thoughts is
Because there's no other proof of my existence
My future that I should've grabbed hold is
Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom"
Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage is
Because I'll see my limit over there
In the window of the excessively self-conscious me
There are no dates in last year's calendar
Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
The unforgettable sense of being
Revive
Rewrite
Even meaningless imagination is the driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul
After cutting my feelings that grew, I cry
After realizing that after all, I'm just a mediocrity, I cry
Erase this depressed heart, this dirty lie
And rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
The unforgettable sense of being
Revive
Rewrite
Even meaningless imagination is the driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul