I stepped on the ground
I arrived from the past
Everyone is looking at me weird
All sound slows down
And the wind pushes me away
As if my hidden signal is on

Open up the clutch now
Before I get more lazy
Look at the crazies
Who are being cheered for
Open up the stuff in your head
Your low self-esteem
Listen to my voice
I allow a lil crazy

nun sairo bichin
bichui ondoreul neukkyeo
du nuneul tteuneun my special ego

meorireul heundeulmyeo soneul geonneneun geon
Hi, (golden) retriever without explanation
Deserve to breath
Uh, sweetheart twinkle twinkle

Hope needs a lot of crazy things
Like indescribable things
That come from being creative
Come from being creative

If I should explain what's in my head
I'd rather go crazy
I’ll enjoy being crazy
I'll let go of myself

If I can, hear the story in my head
Then I'm already rich
Yes I'm already rich
Yes I'm already rich
If I can, see and draw
Something in my head
And then I'm already rich
Yes, I'm already rich, yey