In the colorful world of zeal,
Sorrow, happiness
And hatred
I am standing alone along with abysmal heights of the sky.

Make me
Or break me
In the abyss of this perception
I would still stand alone along with the limitless drive of my non-existence

Horizons, though, make me feel my dreams will come true
When…who would tell me,
With all those dreams
I am standing alone…

Come, let me feel you
Hold you
Don’t you go away from my world?
Now
I am sensing you…breathing you
Still can’t see you
And
I am standing alone…