On this blue night, time has frozen in my room
Lights dance on the muted TV

I’m quietly sitting, looking at the wall
Then I spit out my heart like I was breathing

My heart won’t listen to me
So my wishes are withering
Like a dream, like a flower, with my hands out
I hope it’ll warmly fill me up again

Bright summers after white springs
At the age of 20, I’m walking on this street

I’m looking for that day
As the memories calmly call me

My heart won’t listen to me
So my wishes are withering
Like a dream, like a flower, with my hands out
I hope it’ll warmly fill me up again

When all of the wind inside of me passes
The new days that were forgotten
Will come back to life, cold and green
I hope it will quietly wake me up