Spitz

I want you to reach that light that is far far away

Being alone at night is painful, I'm searching for the stars
If you are not here tomorrow, I'll be worried

It's just a dream that seems to be turning into garbage, and my shoes are dirty
If you are not here tomorrow, I'll be worried

If you climb up the road, continuing on endlessly far away
I want you to reach that that light with strong thoughts

I'm carrying with me a childishness that is disliking of everything
In this righteously decorated world

I'll throw just one miracle ball, to beyond the heat
Laughing, crying, after the drama smeared in mud

The secret will be revealed; Something will end, and something will start again
Commonplace words are going all throughout my body, and I grow wings

Being alone at night is painful, I'm searching for the stars
If you are not here tomorrow, I'll be worried