although it was the decision I made myself
Just I could not carry up what I wanted
It's because of my weakness?
Suddenly I feel the wind is inspring
I'm sure it's from the depth of my good memory
"Don't look away from hardships
You should start stepping out"
Then all my memories are slipping out
Begin to shine on my heart
Where my tomorrow was almost vanishing out
killing myself does not mean the real courage
Pulling the trigger has nothing to do with the strength
I've made up my mide right now
I'm just going to take this path
My memories of the rusted smell of the guns
Keeping my both hands on all the time
I just want to fall into a silent slumber
Under blinking stars of wilderness
The name I happened to call out in my dream
Only the night-sky knows who that was