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Outside the window is a monochrome world
Days without change are tedious
Living is slightly oppressive
If I were to jump down,
I wonder if it would lighten
My heart's weather forecast
Is tomorrow going to be clear?
The scenery (everyday) that reflects in my pupils
Is, after all, the same
On a boundless road somewhere
I wonder if it has fallen, the "thing" I am looking for
Because once it is tomorrow I will definitely find it
Now, awaken
What do I have? I start to ask
I only had a white page
Likely, that is
The, to paint with my colours,
First page
The blue sky that I look up at brilliantly reflected
If I can, like this
Colour, because I want to try to dye it
Across the boundless sky
I wonder if it's waiting, the "thing" I am looking for
Just a little more than yesterday I will face ahead
Now, I reach out my hand
The meaning of humans having come to have been born here, does not exist
So, everyone sets out to look. For a "reason for living"...
On a boundless road somewhere
I wonder if it has fallen, the "thing" I am looking for
Because once it is tomorrow I will definitely find it
Now, awaken
Across the boundless sky
I wonder if it's waiting, the "thing" I am looking for
Just a little more than yesterday I will face ahead
Now, I reach out my hand
Come, now, reach out your hand