Exhaling monochrome words Existence in a monochrome world Cry of despair A world seen through the lens of a trompe-l'oeil Is there anything right for me to believe in? One person mourns while another laughs Everywhere and everything is an imitation, look, even there Surrounded by those who think, "Good thing it wasn't me." Is there anything right for me to believe in? Covered by lies I know betrayal well Just like that, I threw away colour with no choice left Ah... Exhaling monochrome words Existence in a monochrome world Cry of despair