I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true.
I wish love was perfect as love itself.
I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true.
I'm so tired of this fake love, fake love.
I'm sorry, but this love is fake, fake, fake.
You say I’m unfamiliar,
changed into the one you used to like?
You say I’m not myself which you knew well.
No? What do you mean no, I’m blind.
Love? What the heck is love, it’s all fake love.
Love it’s so mad, love it’s so mad.
Try to erase myself and make me your doll.
Love you so bad, love you so bad.
Whether this is a dream or reality, it's not important,
Just the fact that you’re by my side
Thanks.