世界のはじまりの樹

They won't just fall down from the blue, blue sky.

Without any price.

A single little penny, a body of immortality.

Even a finely adorned relationship.

Only shooting stars will, for just a glimpse of time.


Don't wish upon them, never.

'Cuz they simply fall into ashes and dusts of nihility.


Eternity of times, infinity of spaces.

None of these are what we can bear to witness.


One day, a sunny day is not sunny any more.

It just rains inside, everywhere.

Once in a while, the heart is excessively loaded.

Rain drops merely fall out from the rim of eyes.

That's why we call them tears?

Maybe, yeah, maybe.


Don't let the "maybes" and "mights" be depleted.

Whatever...

It's still sunny out there.