The boring scenery, just about to cry.
Swaying on the swing, looking up at the sky.
The yawning crow looked like a black angel.
I kept on losing everything precious to me.
From this empty world, I'm stretching my hand out again.
After a sigh, I close my eyes again.
When I count to ten, something will change.
I wonder if I could laugh just like everyone else does?
I kept on losing everything precious to me.
From this empty world, I'm stretching my hand out again.
The feelings that aren't there, the clockwork tears.
Because the magic that was worked on me has already gone.
I kept on losing everything precious to me.
I really want to tell you, but I can't remember words anymore.
I kept on losing everything precious to me.
From this empty world, I'm still stretching my hand out.
If the swing speeds up, and the rusty chains disappear,
My hands will turn red, and reach all the way to the sky.