SHOUNEN KUROYUME on a happy road the hand called MORAL nibbles untasted rubber and is made in my arms baby people have fun, the same face, I passes by I did impossibly though tomorrow is keeping unfree I see a hurrying shape, the trash people are stupid sunday I am quitly too weak and can't laugh myself my hand is right in my chest that day so, the laughing DOOR opened, I will probably go out of there in this underground room something going crazy going crazy I had a little believe and the youth believes from who's voice from who's dream turning things over turning things over An unallowed fellow did it, with very tall NECK CHAIN "it doesn't fit a little" I hot blooded my eyes and they reject one day the sluggish tabaco smoke spilled out someday I want to do like remembering obediently so, I'm sure the DOOR is opening, I probably won't pretend this dirty pleasure garden is a heart, losing losing a little erasing confuseing appearence, the boy signs from who's immitate, from who's word, doubting things, doubting things so, the laughing DOOR opened, I will probably go out of there in this underground room something going crazy going crazy a little pray repeats and the boy believes from who's voice from who's dream turning things over turning things over turning things over, turning things over, Boy!