The merry voices flash through my mind suddenly The passed days were remained as "0"s and "1"s Is the reason why they’re poignant coming from resignation? Or Nostalogic?
As I was lured by the flickering light I made the past come alive and when come back to myself I see the sight spreading beyond me is Just the same as the future I dreamed with you I’m sure the song of graffiti that was gone far away has not lost its colour Still I can still hear it Still I can still hear it
(M-E-I-K-O M-E-I-K-O…） (Uh Yeah A-ha…） (Fuh Ooh…）
I just watched the time passed vainly At the same place like chess pieces The brightness fades away Is that a goal? Or Nostalogic…？
I cast a side-glance at the fluttering wings I just go in circles and I feel frustrations I talked about “hopes and prospects” with you I just miss those days
I’m sure the place of beginning we viewed faraway is Is the only thing that supports what I am now That supports what I am now
Till the morning comes I’ll close my eyes And count sheep and regrets I know I can’t go back But, however, I’ll retain the vision I’m sure the song of graffiti that was gone far away has not lost its colour Still I can still hear it Still I can still hear it
The far place we promised and headed for a long time With panting
Still I’m heading to it Are you still heading to it?