Wanting to spit out the jarred thoughts
Because there's no other proof of my existence
My future that I should've grabbed hold is
Conflicting between "dignity" and "freedom"
Wanting to erase the distorted afterimage it’s
Because I'll see my limit over there
In the window of the excessively self-conscious me
There are no dates in last year's calendar.

Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
Revive the unforgettable sense of being
Rewrite the meaningless imagination
The driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul.

After cutting my feelings that grew,
I regret after realizing that after all,
I'm just a mediocrity, I cry
A depressed heart
A dirty lie.

Erase and rewrite
The pointless ultra-fantasy
Revive the unforgettable sense of being
Rewrite the meaningless imagination
The driving force that creates you
Give it your whole body and soul.