[TV Version]
The color of the sky, why does it look blue?
Raising a yellow voice, we're born
And quiet memories are made of a mix of blue and yellow.
Flowers for green, water for flowers, and dreams for me.
Make it zero, bet the present.
The flowing red is like blood, draw a line.
Break the shell, like a blooming flower.
Connecting a formula, hold the brush.
Reclaiming lives
Let's go now, towards those unseen rules
In search of an equals sign.
A pure beginning, and a beginning changed by impulses
Life force expanding in primary colors.
A blank page era, throwing away the past, building up and being forced to realize
And blackening in the end. Where will it build up next?
Ah, if our future had a color
I'd draw it in the colors that I see.
[Full Version]
The color of the sky, why does it look blue?
Why are memories burnt in shades of yellow?
Those blue days are like a burning discovery.
Raising a yellow voice, we're born
And quiet memories are made of a mix of blue and yellow.
Flowers for green, water for flowers, and dreams for me.
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Make it zero, bet the present.
The flowing red is like blood, draw a line.
Break the shell, like a blooming flower.
Connecting a formula, hold the brush.
Reclaiming lives
Let's go now, towards those unseen rules
In search of an equals sign.
A cloud is moving across the sky like a line
The feelings born while letting out a yellow voice
Are silently tying together the line and the thoughts.
A meaning for those miserable days
Red blood for me.
Fulfilled now, and hurting now,
Like flowing tears.
Now drawn in by them, changing and blooming, like a dream.
Connecting a formula, hold the brush.
Reclaiming lives
Let's go now, towards those unseen rules
In search of an equals sign.
The scenery seen from the position I imagined
The time obtained from the "one" that I imagined
They far surpassed what I imagined.
At this position that we reached, that I imagined.
A pure beginning, and a beginning changed by impulses
Life force in bright primary colors.
Who has a pure light, and a surprise changed by impulses
Life force expanding in primary colors.
A blank page era, throwing away the past, building up and being forced to realize
And blackening in the end. Where will it build up next?
Ah, if our future had a color
I'd draw it in the colors that I see.