Sometimes things repeat themselves They have barely any meaning at all Drops of water come back off of A short light, off in the distance Like a rainbow that gradually disappears It captures me
Sometimes there are things that I look back on I remember them, as I feel embarrassed It’s so close, yet so far away, I can’t grasp ahold of it I don’t know what color it is Looking at the rainbow gradually disappearing It captures me
Sometimes things repeat themselves They have barely any meaning at all Drops of water come back off of A short light, off in the distance Like a rainbow that gradually disappears It captures me
life is frightening when you let an 11 year old weaboo name you and then forget that your name is also a regular word in Japanese, because your name will suddenly appear in bold letters on your dash and you will be momentarily frightened.