Even if I fail, I want to be a hero I don't care if the world laughs at me and calls me a psycho Those who are awake are the most absurd Pretending that love and hate are easy, but who can really be at ease Drunk in a meadow of flowers, too many poems lost in dreams, forgotten Using the excuse of intoxication, to dance under a sky that never darkens Is due to a heart worn out and battered by emotions How many times must we drink, before we won't get drunken How many times must we get drunken, before we're not afraid of darkness A heart as troubled as the vast, turbulent sea, yet standing tall and firm, as if we're solid A thousand sentences to say, yet pretending like it's normal and everyday There will always be a stubbornness that even the wind can't scatter There will always be streaks of tears that even the rain can't make faded Even leaves that are fallen, their spots on the ground form a poem And one day, someone as crazy as me, will defy gravity, and break free