Paint a picture that's as pure as white can be.
I'm going to the yet unseen world.
When I was a child I wandared.
Everyday under this gray sky.
So many dreams ran together.
With a different map each day
Evey dream is changing my map everytime.
I wondered if someday I'll make beyond that cloud. Even though I was taking only these small steps towards it.
The falling raindrops are persisting an irregular reflection.
As they're seeing into my heart.
Wounded to put a bold front.
The Rays of light are scattered through the droplets.
Criss crossing each other.
Going forever, not knowing where they're headed.
My eyes are burned by a fleeting afterimage.
That's why I've to go to this unseen world.