Asian Kung-Fu Generation

A white paper in my right hand
For no reason, I draw my pictures and throw them out midway through
That lights up tomorrow

My dirty left hand
Unnamed, I drew your picture and came across it in space
That lights up tomorrow
Endless blue, disappearing scenery, an ending winter

The terrible rain submerges the door that slips away
It echoes in the bottom of my permeated heart
Undependable tomorrow's fleeting memory
Is also a white shadow cut off from a small light

After all, even this stabbed, knocked about, blotted out you of today
Will ultimately end and start
This gathered-up weak magic

The reason; for this lost, knocked about, soiled me of today
The end credits started to run
Break this boring image
That's right

With you and I, the future begins to connect to
The world that carries the last figure at the end

Has your future that I wrote to this shadow grown hazy?

After all, even this stabbed, knocked about, blotted out you of today
Will ultimately end and start
This gathered-up weak magic

The reason; for this lost, knocked about, soiled me of today
The end credits started to run
Break this boring image
That's right