Part 3 We who were but youths at some point start to change into young adults.
Growing old , one day we rot like fallen leaves with not a soul in the world knowing of our existence...

Obtaining an immortal body, and living our whole existence without dy^^ing…
...I’m just daydreaming about these kinds of science fiction situations

I couldn’t car^^e a bit if I d^^ied,
But I’m wan^^^ted alive by the people around me
Living on carrying such contradictions... I think I’ll get yelled at.

“Things that are “correct” should stay “correct””
“If you don’t want to d^^ie, then live”
If we’re going to end up sad and if that’s fine
Then you gotta laugh alone forever