Wouldn't you like to dream an endless dream?
There's a picture book that's out there, all for you
In it, you can see the stars,
You can fly in the sky too
You can choose the events as you'd like

How are you feeling?
Have you flown freely in the sky?
Have you done some awesome magic?
Still, all of that can only be in a dream

I wonder, what does it mean to live?
Living people are scary, after all
You see, I heard that believing in the intangible
Is something that only fools do

Am I alright, even as the failure I am?
Am I still eligible to receive any kind love?
Can a good-for-nothing like me
Still speak of dreams?

Do you want to know the continuation of this dream?
Turn the page of the picture book that nobody's ever seen
Let's say that is your ideal world,
Then it's alright to sleep through the end of this dream

The scrap wood in the classroom flaots in the air
It seems that no matter what you do, the things you can't stand will always be awful
But that's just the foolish monologue from me, 
Who can't stand to pick loneliness

Is it alright to brag about my misfortune?
Would you listen until the very end?
Why is it, that when there's nobody left
Everything becomes meaningless?

Do you want to know the continuation of this dream?
Yet you don't want to know the end of this dream, because
It's not the world that you wish for, but
I wish that you'd love even what comes next