Those days have gone grey
There's no sharpness nor sound behind them
I'm scared, of this crowd
I feel as if I had a trip to an island
Give those back to me
Oh yes I mean my coloured pictures with the sound
Something is torn
Something is torn apart
Something related to my future
I wish to go back in time
I'm stuck in here
I live with a backward ticking clock
The things I see
The things I touch
All of the cruel clocks in the world tick them away
I must someday
Forget today
One last reason why I can't stop living you
In my hands
In my view
There's nothing meaningless
Cos I'll grasp new sand
In my hands
In my view
There's no knowing that what clour I had
Repetition of destruction
And creation is the phenomenon called the time going by
Sayonara to you today
Just to see you tomorrow again
I though I was walking in deep woods
What have gone to grey is my memories and the dead trees around
I thought I was walking in deep woods
I realised they are grey for me to see the brilliant colours of spring
Everything will pass
Everything is passing you
Everything is passing you
What to see is colours of spring
I would love to have them grey
What to see is colours of spring
I would love to have them grey