Making
Luck Life
Creating
Little things turn into love
Coloring our world
Can't lose it
These lovable days of ours
Sighs clinging to tired faces
Maybe pushing too hard isn't good
Realizing things you want to do, you have to do
When did it become like this?
Places and people we love
We have so much to boast about
Being able to proudly say
Just want to sing without thinking about anything
Want to keep singing forever
Little things turn into love
Coloring our world
Even foolish days
Nights with tears
Turning into memories
Changing back when forgotten
The reason I stand here
The reason I sing here
Blindly searching for melodies
Not because I want to
Thinking of you fleetingly
Feelings overflowing
Singing more and more from the heart
If I give up, will everything turn to bubbles?
Thought about it a bit
Just thinking about it makes me sick
Frantically strumming the guitar
Because I made a promise, I'll pour it into song again
Little things turn into love
Coloring our world
Even foolish days
Nights with tears
Turning into memories
Changing back when forgotten
The reason I stand here
The reason I sing here
