We all have brushes called "being ourselves"
Look, with just a little bravery you can change it into any color
Let's draw our hopes
How far does this sky continue? The world we know is so narrow
When we hear somebody's voice asking for help, we decide to pretend we didn't hear it
By fighting we reaffirm the worth of our existence and then find doubt in our hearts
Finding differences to not be "individualities" but "enemies", we become stubborn and push others away
Our relationships with people became dominating and not something that ties together
Hold my hands and listen to my voice
The world becomes colorful, you don't have to hate since you can bond beautifully
There are no useless lives, let's accept each other
The infinitely extending canvas becomes dyed in hope
We all have brushes called "being ourselves"
Look, with just a little bravery you can change it into any color
Let's draw our hopes