Trapped in a stagnant form. At least, make your denials firmly.
There? That? This? Which? Come on. Hey, isn't it true?
Why is it that, before you even get up, you dismiss it as impossible?
With no argument. Even with no ideals. That's odd.
Calling, calling, calling now.
Even if we're close, we're not the same.
Open up to yourself, then go away.
Even if you get lost, just go ahead.
From the feeling that can't be closed.
Oh, ah.
The whole wide world will voice their feelings.
How many times have you repainted your life's story with only glory?
Surely, together with you, we can attain it, for sure.
The war is just beginning.
