Fuka
Tacica
Deep
It's okay to be any number of Iron Man
When there's something I want to be saved
The day I end up crying with my red blood
Without knowing, forgive me
It's okay to be any number of Iron Man
There's something I want to be saved
No matter how many times I get hurt
I dream without knowing
The clear kindness, the cruel rain
When there's something that can't be mixed
The day I end up crying with my red blood
Without knowing, forgive me
Oh, without being deep
I'll become an adult
When my eyes and ears come
When my hands and feet crumble
Will we be forgiven in August?
When my eyes and ears come
When my hands and feet crumble
The sin I left behind
Grabs only me more
Except for that
I don't know
