You seemed to be suspicious of the conscience in human beings like irony and vicious circle hug each other If it's appearing from the start dealing with the“past” “No one is more special as you who realized” And it's totally a delusion an empty encouragement Still my love is like dust rushing in your veins and blown out with your sigh We don't have time for wavering between oil and water paint Everyone is sighing in hopelessness and dawning Floating like balloons filled with lies and doubts vanished like smoke into a world that's full of love