I.C.D.K.

I don't know why

I keep my nose in the dead dirt,

just because I stepped on a rake once,

trying to smell the infinite field of sunflowerOh, you,

Oh, me,I don't know why

I keep my nose in the dead dirt,

just because I stepped on a rake once,

trying to smell the infinite field of sunflowerI see decay, in the coming days.I don't know why

I keep my nose in the dead dirt,

just because I stepped on a rake once,

trying to smell the infinite field of sunflowerOh, you,

Oh, me.