The boring scenery, just about to cry.nSwaying on the swing, looking up at the sky.nThe yawning crow looked like a black angel.nnI kept on losing everything precious to me.nFrom this empty world, I'm stretching my hand out again.nnAfter a sigh, I close my eyes again.nWhen I count to ten, something will change.nI wonder if I could laugh just like everyone else does?nnI kept on losing everything precious to me.nFrom this empty world, I'm stretching my hand out again.nnThe feelings that aren't there, the clockwork tears.nBecause the magic that was worked on me has already gone.nnI kept on losing everything precious to me.nI really want to tell you, but I can't remember words anymore.nnI kept on losing everything precious to me.nFrom this empty world, I'm still stretching my hand out.nnIf the swing speeds up, and the rusty chains disappear,nMy hands will turn red, and reach all the way to the sky.