Youth is a time of many curiosities and carelessness
25 is still a clumsy age

Tears were common
That time was a little different

The world threw away many explanations
I'm becoming smaller again

Sometime I don't like being covered
Like a plain day
I want my story but it's difficult

I wanna take a look around
And every time I try to fly high
Everything I've ever dreamed of is clearly portrayed
It feels easy to slow my pace

The shadows thicken when the sun shines
It's turning a deep blue dye

Everything is pouring and spilling out
Sit tight for another moment
It's not bad now that I'm used to

Complete scribbles packed with cat quarrels
Scattered miniatures here and there
Complete scribbles packed with cat quarrels
Scattered miniatures here and there