crowd - 作曲できる奴ちょっとこい

crowd　作詞/PZP

Blue, empty crowd
I who had looked up was a butterfly.
White flower
Wind of spring
I am dancing gradually.
It is beautiful.
A lovely bird holds the sky.
I air.
It embraces closely.

The flower is sung.
I wander.
It is massaged by the wind.
It reaches the sky.

Ah the dear sky.
You doesn't love butterflies.