Despair fills up, when you realize
Everything bright [bad word] pale and minor.
Get the real sense of everyone's fighting.
Hopes have been broken, disasters appears.

Promising future was always the sense.
Distinct passage through all of your path.
But something is happening year by year.
Your pivot cracks off and someday could disappear.

When your childhood ends
You mark outworld is burning
You [bad word] understand
This world have moved on

You try to fix it up
Hope is the last to die
But now you are sure
This world has moved on