You scolded me for being numb with everything
And you are waiting for good things that will never happen to happen
But the signs are unclear, voices are distorted and meanings are vague
Then one day you’ll realize that we’re actually stuck in a place where everything’s grey
Being tired of and weary of the sight
Being tired of and weary of a lot of things
You scolded me for being numb with everything
And you are waiting for good things that will never happen, wondering why it never happens
But the signs are unclear, voices are distorted and meanings are vague
Then one day you’ll realize that we’re actually stuck in a place where everything’s grey
Being tired of and weary of the sight
Being tired of and weary of a lot of things
One day we will become passionless one day
Soon you’ll realize that everything’s unclear and ambiguous
One day we will become passionless
Finally realize…
And I am…
Being tired of and weary of a lot of things
No I never understand
Why you neglect the tough road ahead
No I never understand
It must be…
I
I
I
I