Eat up dreams one after another
You, living dead
Feel pride, anger and sorrow
At your existence as yourself

Everything was over
You can do nothing anymore
"you are a little bit madder, a little bit madder than others"

Till you get a color of your own
You, be a flower
Still beautiful after withering

"dream is not what you search out, but what will come out in front of you"
"dream is not what will come out, and you must work hard to make the dream come true"

Yes, that was the last dialogue between me and you
I just wanted a single color of myself