Spitting out internal waste,
Initiating a new cycle with the outside,
If you insist on a binary choice,
You cannot truly live your raw self,
You must dare to take a step forward,
Knowing that there is no going back anymore,
I need to know more.

Being tossed by the waves,
The horizon tilts countless times,
Or the sunken Ferris wheel returns to the crimson world once again,
To confirm my own breath,

The sense of being alive,
Facing it squarely and having a fair and square match,
I must go and meet.

Once again,
No, no matter how many times,
Forever, ZUTTO.