Also in senseless and airy conversations I talked about my dream vividly.
This sign, that makes me return? to myself, before I'm becoming completely soiled.
I try to give a sense to my former immaturity.
The immaturity that makes me believe in a fake paper-mache tiger idol.
The bureaucracy forgets to improve itself.
More than ever I feel like a heretic. Please erase it.
I want to go back but I can't. Untouched Sepia.
A silent voice commands me to face the grave confrontation.
Listen to the voice hiding innermost.
Please don't forget the first abrasion.
There is still a little of the chance, that everybody always has thereby.
I ask for the ideal, dance around and beam. Never ever"¦
The present entwines my legs. But I want to break free.
My will follows the direction that I head for.
Gainen kairan saibou
[Concept, breakdown, talent, appearance]