At last I grabbed the mirage and it became reality,
The desert I was once afraid of became that sea by our blood, sweat and tears,
But what are these fears among all the happiness,
We all know too well this place was originally a desert.
Ocean. Desert. The world.
Everything is the same thing
But different name.
I see ocean.
I see desert.
I see the world.
Everything is the same thing
But different name.
It's life again.
The mirage of the desert, I can see its shape but I couldn't grab it,
I pray that I will survive in this endless desert,
I pray that it is not the reality.
I don’t want to cry.
I don’t want to rest.
(No, how about resting just for a little bit?
No, no, no)
I don’t want to lose.
It was originally a desert.
(Then let them know everything.
We have to achieve more).
If someone could turn time back
Maybe I could’ve become more honest?
With my bare face that only I know of
With my long-time friends inside that are ugly and miserable?
Would you have still put on that smile?
Со мной всё в порядке, я пережил всю боль в одиночку, без тебя.
Со мной всё хорошо, не переживай, я могу снова смеяться, слыша твой голос.
Со мной всё в порядке, с тобой всё хорошо, наши обиды и печали далеко в прошлом.
These words that are easily said towards me quickly becomes a wall,
Even loneliness turns into something you can see.
Все ангелы, знающие боль, летающие на поврежденных крыльях сквозь ночь.
Каждый раз, когда я думаю о любви, каждый раз, когда я думаю о любви,
Я не хочу слушать веселые песни, я буду стоять перед мои одиночество, окрашивая свою жизнь.
Теряю и получаю взамен, но я все еще ищу что-то.
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