I lost in my secret closet

and I found the blueprint of my childhood

We can stop the circulation of those seasons

but I’ve got to pick my soul up before that

I can’t go to my heaven

There’s a full of coffee on the ground

It’s just a habit

so please don’t blame yourself

All of your past doesn’t matter for me

cuz I just want you to live in your future

we came to the land nobody lives

and you told me

“we are lost, but my soul didn’t die”

We can stop the circulation of those memories

but I have to go back to my throne I built by myself

You must go to your bedroom

there’s a full of coffee on the floor

It’s just a habit for me,

to doubt everything

your correctness is just a kind of your habit

so please don’t blame yourself

All of your past doesn’t matter for me

cuz I just want you to live in your future

your correctness is just a habit

don’t blame yourself