Everybody marching nIn this fable of love nThey're pulling on my pigtail nForgetting the dream nnSecretly I was gradually falling into nA deep over sleepy nAwkwardly comfortable cradle nAnd then, nThe angel of spring came down and kissed me with nThe pink of sunlight nnI free the sound nAlive the sound nIt cleaves with the wind of the violent storms, nTransforming my body nnYou're compelling that I am wrong nI aim to please your tension nSo I keep my feet off the ground nI'm losing my perspective nnHow pleasing the warmth that lay on my skin, nRemembering where beauty exists again nnI free the sound nAlive the sound nIt grows the sound nAlive the sound nFake it and I'm dead nIt feels so good to be myself again nThe storm sees nTransforming my body