I'm decorating the land withering up and am living To leave a reason Though origin was a clean alpine flower zone, the ground is dug up only for my reason The earth dug up without a plan starts to be a tower, and abundant water has been also dried There are sadistic scars in multicolored land, and there are no previous images I can't return A tower in earth has been to be dried already I'd like to leave a reason, and moves a plant and digs earth up I'd like to live as a person, but I am moving like a computer I don't advanced so that I may think Why? Because I don't want to do nothing and die, do I decoration it? Or am I suffering? There are sadistic scars in multicolored land, and there are no previous images I can't return A tower in earth has been to be dried already I'd like to leave a reason, and moves a plant and digs earth up I'd like to live as a person, but I am moving like a computer Because I'm dead and am going, I find a color scheme I'd like to leave a reason, and moves a plant and digs earth up I'd like to live as a person, but I am moving like a computer