比西里岸的画

Huan-a just stole some offering

He cannot find the right words for his lover

The lonely pressure is melting from red

Dripping into a colorful picture

Forget

Forget

I go back to my old hometown

Why are there no words of greeting?

An exaggerated outer expression suddenly expands

Into crowded emptiness

Forget

Forget

I forgot all the many overdue bills

I forgot my well laid plans

I forgot my nervousness

I forgot there is still a direction

Remember

Remember

I remember that cup is missing

I remember it a little bit quieter

I remember being torn

I remember I don’t want to forget

Remember,My cup

Remember,My quiet

Remember,My friends

Remember,Don’t forget

Remember,My cup

Remember,My quiet

Remember,My friends

Remember,Don’t forget