I had a small dream that I sometimes remember
What I wandered to find as if I was possessed by somthing,
Like a childhood diary that I can’t even remember
Now it’s just a meaningless imagination that I forgot about

My grown-up thoughts now understand rough words
I lean and rest against the foolishness called dreams

* I was buried under many people
I was buried under these arrogant people’s habits
I am not I am, I yell at my hushed days

What I followed was your back
You made me mistake your hands as salvation
You would try to teach me like a childhood diary
Calling it a pointless imagination and telling me to shut up

My grown-up thoughts now understand rough words
I lean and rest against the hope called dreams

* Repeat

What can I say Who could I be
What should I say You could be anyone

My accidents were handled by your arrogant thoughts
Is this extravagance calld dreams crumbling down?

* Repeat

Let’s clash a bit more, don’t break down on this crazy land
Nothing is unreachable, nothing is unreachable