My Blooming World ~

The song of midnight shouted out, and ever since then ...


The tracks of red, fading twilight
The stars sit on the sky
Every sound was played
Even if I’m not told to be honest, the tears take my thoughts along
A small sea formed at my feet
The sky doesn’t move; the sun just rises and falls
The ground doesn’t move; it’s up to you to walk or not
The song of midnight shouted out
The truth is, I hate being alone
I’ve known what is important ever since that day
A small spoon is enough to scoop out happiness
There’s just the question of if there are people to share it with


There was nobody there for the boy who sat down in a city without seasons
But despite that…
Cold children that look up at the stars …


The song of midnight shouted out
The truth is, I hate being alone, and not knowing whether you’ll keep on being alone
A small spoon is enough to scoop out happiness
There’s just the question of if people exist that can share it
The song of midnight is shouting out
Truth is, I was lonely
Even if it gets erased in the radiance of the sun
Should we wave the flag now? Should we come together?
Should we just sing? Anything is fine
There’s just the question of whether or not you’ll be here or not