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