Tracing fuzzy outline that I’m able to see now I found out that I'm more forgetful than I imagine So I started to draw 'em down A compliment is not fame A tracing is not just a fake Don’t be afraid of failure Already brace myself to replace you I cannot erase it, it might get faded I have to face it, it doesn’t stay here I can’t go to my grave Unless I capture the moment With my naked eyes Once I saw The world’s been changing its chroma so drastically I’ll sketch my soul By one hundred types of grey And it’s plenty, it’s plenty for me It’s plenty for me It’s plenty for me It’s plenty for me 浮かれたまんま ぷかり遠く意識 透けてしまいそう 指の隙間見える景色 Once I saw The world’s been changing its chroma so drastically I’ll sketch my soul By one hundred types of grey And it’s plenty, it’s plenty for me Once I saw The world’s been changing its chroma I’ll sketch my soul By one hundred types of grey Once I saw The world’s been changing its chroma I’ll sketch my soul By one hundred types of grey Once I saw The world’s been changing its chroma so drastically I'll sketch my soul By one hundred types of grey, yeah And it’s plenty, it’s plenty for me Colors of us will never be defined But outlines we see get clear and so sharp Colors of us will never be defined But outlines we see get clear and so sharp Give me the focus