If I look up for the rainbow I saw as a boy, there's no longer colour; only fog.
As time passes by and the world changes; I search for you, but you're no where to be found.
So I close my eyes, and open my heart.
Maybe if I was more honest, the fog would clear.
So I scream a silent prayer, a wish deep within my heart, to repaint the world in colour.
Even if there is not enough now, I calmly think to myself that I can meet you again if I draw an honest rainbow.
(Honest Rainbow ♪ Surface)
