Even in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, yes, I don't know
I can't even get myself to move, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Am I seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if I'm given the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I move myself away, if I change everything, I’ll turn it black.
Is there a future for someone like me? Do I exist in a world like this?
Is this painful now? Is it sad now? Not even knowing myself.
I'm just tired even of walking, I don't even understand people.
If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white?
Even in the midst of flowing time, I feel languid, look, spinning around and around.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, yes, I don't knowI can't even get myself to move, I continue to be washed down the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if I change everything, I’ll turn it black.
Does a future exist in wasted time? Do I exist in a place like this?
If I want to talk about me, if I make myself heard, I'll say I'm "Bad Apple"
Do I exist at a place like this? Do I exist at a time like this?
If someone like me can change, if I can change, will I turn white?
Am I dreaming now? Am seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if I change everything, I’ll turn it black.
If I move, if I move, I’ll destroy everything, I’ll destroy everything.
If I grieve, if I grieve, can my heart turn white?
I still don’t know about you, about myself, about everything.
If I open my heavy eyelids, if I break everything, then turn black!
