Before long - It'll be morning All the life - I 've avoided The luxury of seeing colors wasn't mine to have So, it wasn't necessary for me to open my door. Withered flowers and pictures of butterfly wings I'm counting patterns on my ceiling. How much time has gone by? In the haze on my room The clock that I was given come to a stop in the darkness Thanks to you, I realize "time" exists to me. I won't mind if this is an illusion, if I'm dreaming Everything I sense, allows me to sing this song. Colors I've never seen, bloom into my sight Facing, gazing at you, I can even feel the sunlight. Locks blocking the door, will break away Walk hand in hand with your sorrow.