Dreams that filled up my head are lost page by page, now it has faded. Written in the past on all those small papers. Now I'm blanking out.

It's not easy to look at a different tomorrow.

Even if I endure through a day like today, each day keeps repeating. Foolish things keep repeating. So I'm standing in a corner by myself, thinking maybe tomorrow will be different. I can't take a single step.

Future hopes that I wanted to fulfill, they're still stuck in that time. Sometimes I miss the moment of years ago. Because if I stand there again, maybe I can smile, even just for a moment.

Now I'm used to do the same things, repeating over and over. Yes, time is just passing like that. Can things be as I drew in my head? Even if it's just for a day?