I've been told that no matter whose life it is, we are always judged fairly Arriving in the dark sky, bringing along the depression Sometimes relying heavily on the rain, what should I do? Swallowing up the love and hate until they decay You, who easily swallows and smiles, why? Writing words ambiguously because they can't be fully conveyed, I choose to believe only in you Gathering up the dreams that were thrown away Oh, At times stumbling Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Don't approach me...