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