World of Mess

you'll probably forget it. Let the sadness piled up on your shoulders.

Be held in hands of a shooting star.

I let myself reset in a sigh, Days feeling like they're in an infinite loop.

Even if "facing the right, now the left" is a detour.I'm okay with it.

The wind blowing past is definitely, flying past the cracks in the buildings.

So that the noise can't be heard by you.

Drawn in the night sky.

The story connecting the stars, that illusion of the heart yearning.

You probably won't forget it.

The flowers blooming around the detouring path.

As well as the signs of crying and the scars left behind.

All you have to do is walk with it in your arms.