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