Текст песни CHIHIRO - песня Фиалки

Standing on the shore
Ask yourself: "Where are they running?"
It's cold in here now
The petals of all violets, once necessary, have been plucked.
The sadness of forgotten days is not forgotten by the remnant
Like a lump in the oceans
The colors of green eyes are colder, sometimes brighter, sometimes warmer,
You cannot understand them.

The sadness of forgotten days.
Give it back to the one
Who wants to get hurt.
It's not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me.
It's not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me. It's not me.