Isn't it that only the things that we cannot forget,
Aren't what is beautiful in this world?
Isn't it that all of the things that we forget,
May not be what is beautiful in this world?
Isn't that going through sadness time and time again,
Isn't what life is all about?
With that being said, surely we will
Continue to compare those times to the joyous

Ship, oh, ship, within the raging seas,
You were able to stay afloat, no matter what, right?
Rooted deep within the waters, I spent my girlhood slowly being worn down with you
But now that it's time to say goodbye,
I must push through and weigh the anchor

Counting up the number of scars,
With the fingers on my hand
The single pinky left behind,
Must stand for the affection that was there
Surely there will be tough times,
And surely, some of them will be your fault too
And yet, still
Our red strings of fate seem to be tangled together

Isn't it that we're only afraid of
The things that are without an end in sight?
Isn't it that everything we can never reach
May be what we forever envy?
Isn't it that simply doing nothing but kind things
Isn't inherently what kindness is?
With that being said, being completely honest
Is simply too awkward to keep up

Wings, oh wings, wishing for normalcy,
And yet getting blocked off by the waves of people
Everyone aimed to get there
Back in those days of girlhood when there was still conflict brewing
What distances me from my days of innocence,
Is this fever that consumes me now

Making my hair completely neat,
And repainting the tips of my nails
My innocent lips, too
Surely are appealing on their own
There's plenty of things that can come true,
Yet there are plenty of people that won't
And because of that, I can't keep going without any comfort

Oh wings, oh flowers,
Scatter upon the water

Counting up the number of scars,
With the fingers on my hand
The single pinky left behind,
Must stand for the affection that was there
Surely I will come across some worries,
And surely, some of them will be my fault too
And one day, surely,
We will be able to cut this red string

A whisper for the petals,
And a kiss from simple pity
Getting lost in nostalgia, and for the first time,
I'll be able to get past it, surely
Surely, there'll be things that I get lost on,
But it surely isn't anyone's fault
What a difficult thing it is,
This thing called "loving" is