Before long - It'll be morning
All the life - I 've avoided
The luxury of seeing colors wasn't mine to have
So, it wasn't necessary for me to open my door.
Withered flowers and pictures of butterfly wings
I'm counting patterns on my ceiling.
How much time has gone by?
In the haze on my room
The clock that I was given come to a stop in the darkness
Thanks to you, I realize time exists to me.
I won't mind if this is an illusion, if I'm dreaming
Everything I sense, allows me to sing this song.
Colors I've never seen, bloom into my sight
Facing, gazing at you, I can even feel the sunlight.
Locks blocking the door, will break away
Walk hand in hand with your sorrow.

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