Tousei

Unaware, getting closer to ideals in tomorrow
Pretending not to notice common sense

The screams of yesterday that can be heard
A drop falling into a small world
I still don't understand its meaning
But the warm deep crimson is a definite sensation
Yes, I

Bid farewell to your beloved chest with the words
Touching the gentle wind closing in
Turning into your color

The screams of yesterday that can be heard
A drop falling into a small world
I still don't understand its meaning
But the warm deep crimson is a definite sensation
Yes, I

In the depths of my heart, hidden emotions
Pulsating with a gentle smile