Here is my room, drawn with line It spreads flat, swept away by the waves Here is my room, drawn with line The earth are pulsating and erase It's a dream in the mist My hair is wet Please don't be sad I'll always remember It's a dream in the mist The ceiling is wet and melt and mix The remaining veins of the leaves are like a pathway from the past The remaining veins of the leaves are like a pathway to the future It looked clear from here dream on the other side I'm all alone in a world of white I lost the ball, it's as if I've melted into the world The remaining veins of the leaves are like a pathway from the past The remaining veins of the leaves are like a pathway to the future