Time goes by and I become so-called adult
Those times I tried hard so not to regret it,
Those things I comscidered important till now
This time everything seems to lose their meanings
I can't recall my childhood that
I discarded so long ago
In the Letter from the past seems so
full of genuineness and purity
Can't recall
Since the other day when I forgot who I am
and I became a clock with worn out batteries
I guess it's been a while since
I became an accessory for this society
this is the way to live as a human, this is the truth
undeniable fate
the way of the living
open question
While I'm being shocked at chages of myself,
another day just goes by