I don't have a certain reason why, but I don't want to be in this place.

Where this emptiness comes from and where it goes.

Sadness is just a little different from it.

It blew through an opened hole in my heart and the wind quickly and coldly made it hurt.

Although happiness isn't totally gone, it has flew to a far-off place.

Where I am unable to reach.

Unfulfillable feelings stack over and over again.

I'm running through life as if I don't know if I should rush through or not.

The bottom of darkness, the top of light.

In a heart where good and evil live together.

A simplicity that can't be concealed.

A weakness that everyone holds.

If my dream comes true, I'll do what I want to the world and to my hand too.

Again, I'm grieving for something that's not enough.

I make my feelings run to a place that isn't here.

The things beyond the mist, I wonder if they are the world watching my dream.

Will true bravery appear there?

Will sadness really disappear with a chase?

Inside of "for one reason of another", certain things disappear.

One lone flower blooms at my feet, it's roots tightening in that place.

As for me, I'm going somewhere.

People say that I have no choice.

Even if it resembles the first so-called resignation.

I've decided that I'm going to live my life the best I possibly can.

But is it possible?