Shangri-La

```Stupid, isn't it?
After seeing the remnants of a dream, goodbye
Oh, blue days

Leaving ourselves to the flow, someday becoming adults
Little by little, getting stained, isn't that right?

Only the ripe fruits are chosen
Before being torn apart by a knife and swallowed

We aimed for Shangri-La, unable to control our desires
Continuously seeking 'freedom' immersed in fantasies
We can say it now, this is indeed paradise
Goodbye, oh blue days

Even if stepping on something precious
I wanted to grab the highest apple

Realizing after losing something dear
We, still young, are full of gaps

The scorching sun of the days filled with dissatisfaction becomes unpredictable
I wish to follow the wounds but still want to flap my wings
Stupid, isn't it? After seeing the remnants of a dream
Goodbye, oh blue days

The shining sky invites innocence
Knowing everything...

We aimed for Shangri-La, unable to control our desires
Continuously seeking 'freedom' immersed in fantasies
Leaving the distance behind to know our own greatness
The immature heart remains unaware
We can say it now, this is indeed paradise
Goodbye, oh blue days```