Have you ever wonder that things you used to ponder; got lost in haze?
Have you ever wondered where it goes ?
All the trees you painted lost their hues.
Oh, I don't know where it goes.
I used to walk barefoot on that island while clasping both of my hands.
In the entrance, where I used to follow the fragrance of marigold
And it came out from somewhere;
hyposmia is slowly killing me (slowly killing it all).
Still I did firmly holding my own hands.
'Coz, I didn't wanna loose it (I didn't wanna lose it all)
But I forgot where I put all my make-up on
Just so I could perfectly retouch my skin complexion,
'Coz I used to hide under those shady trees,
But now, I don't know where it goes.
And so I let my foot step, leaving foot marks in the sand.
Thinking about where I can find the entrance,
I guess this place is somewhere in the grave of my mind.
They say that as you get older, you become rational.
But, as I get older, I became colorblind.
I guess this place was locked and haunted.
And I wanted to just ghost around (I wanna ghost around)
I always thought of those strength was built in me,
But why, now it suddenly weakened my knees? (I was trembling)
Trembled it all and got slipped away;
As sudden as a tidal wave on a summer sea;
I never saw it coming and now I'm drowning,
I don't know where it all goes, so I just let the wave see floating it all away.