Outside the window is a monochrome world
There’s no change, everyday is tiresome
Being alive is only heavy
If I jump, I wonder if it will become lighter

Will my heart’s forecast be clear and bright tomorrow?
The everyday landscape is reflected in my eyes
Besides, it’s the same after all

In the endless pathways leading to anywhere
I’ll probably fail at searching for the things I desire
Because if tomorrow comes I’ll undoubtedly be found
Now, I’ll wake up

What do I have? I begin to ask
There’s only a white page
Perhaps it will
Be painted with the colours of myself
It’s the first page

I looked up at the blue sky reflected vividly
Because if it’s possible
I want to be dyed a colour like that

In the endless sky over there
I’ll probably look forward to searching for the things I desire
Since yesterday I’ve gone forward only a short distance
Now, I’ll reach out my hand

People were born here, there’s no meaning to it
So, everyone found a "reason to live"...

In the endless pathways leading to anywhere
I’ll probably fail at searching for the things I desire
Because if tomorrow comes I’ll undoubtedly be found
Now, I’ll wake up

In the endless sky over there
I’ll probably look forward to searching for the things I desire
Since yesterday I’ve gone forward only a short distance
Now, I’ll reach out my hand
So, come now, reach out your hand