Ending 1

The sound of the chest that could wait for a lie
Even if shaken, it can't be heard
The spilled pieces
Even the slightest hint of everyday life
We head towards today without even a sigh

The color of the moon, the heart sways
Just wanting to escape, the rusty calligraphy
Awaken and start running
It's a tightrope walk, but more
Connecting as you think

But the answer
Don't forget