Identity

No identity, not born, la la la
No identity, not born, la la la

What's your favorite clothing? Favorite book? Favorite food?
Yes, I have such differences, I'm an ordinary person

Reflecting in the mirror, comparing myself to the person next to me
Yes, I lived thinking that was equality

Why, now, why am I thinking this now?

Why, still unseen, will the morning come for that thing called individuality?

No identity, not born, la la la
No identity, not born, la la la

The girl who waited for the wind, the wet shirt is because of this morning's rain
Yes, past events, not faded, my memories

Digging up the memories of missed opportunities, I realized
This is my pure individuality

Why, as time passes, why did I realize?
Why, couldn't see it, starting to understand that thing called individuality

I just want to scream, want to scream, I'm crying
I just want to realize, I'm crying