All fiction falls short to our Wonderland When the five of us approach, it's bizarre I've written the truth in my diary Now I've read it and I can't calm down
It wasn't supposed to be this way!? These high school days are way too high It's a very Fantastic World But I'd gladly give in to a happy miscalculation
What will happen on the pages of tomorrow...!? I wonder what's written there Today's hart-, hart and beat are already at their max I've begun to think this way every day The innovations of miracles are a bit scary, but I can't stop Believe me Our luck goes on!!