These canals, it seems they all go in circles.
Places look the same, and we're the only difference.
The wind is in your hair it's covering my view .
I'm holding on to you on a bike we've hired until tomorrow.

Maybe way back in the past when people were different,

shortening bonds made them last.

Now we emphasize our difference.

We have been enrolled one by one for the Peacetime Resistance,

and we're fighting our battles alone.

What is given can't be returned. The cards are in our hands.

All that is living can be hurt,And that's the end of innocence.

The loneliest people were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference by withstanding the indifference
I guess it's up to me now.
Should I take that risk or just smile?

I'm watching you now.

I see you building the castle with one hand, while tearing down another with the other.