Since when, the world keeps
trying to split in two.
And then, people ride away
from each other on the broken pieces.
Is this really true?
Since when, hate has grown
as much as the number of loves.
And that, make the pieces move away
from each other faster.
Is this really true?
In a world that is getting colder,
Think of us left alone.
We're on the same boat
On the rough ocean called the world.
If we ever let go of our hands
We'll be covered in the ocean
My friend the world won't change
for the better if we keep fighting.
And they, are only chasing chips
to put in their pockets, then it’s true.
We are not in their eyes.
If we go back to the universe.
All of them will be shells.
We're on the same boat.
On the rough ocean called the world.
If we ever let go of our hands.
We'll be covered in the ocean .
Our lives are given short.
It's a waste to chase on hates.
If we don't care about those meaningless,
We’ll be flying on the ocean.
No one can let go of our hands.
Everything has ‘The end’ after all.