[Lyric] ONEWE - 시발점 Trigger_ English Translation (Genius English Translations)

[Verse 1]
No matter how the pretty colors are mixed
They become black
Sometimes, my heart painted black
Looks more beautiful

[Pre-Chorus]
Why do we endlessly live other people's lives?
Even if you insist on not smiling
Do you want to change standards together?

[Chorus]
We are the starting point
The cool guys that will change the world
While singing this song
La-di-la-di-la-la-la
We are the starting point
We don’t need to paint the world
With our own colors
La-di-la-di-la-la-la
[Post-Chorus]
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (La-di-la-di-la-la-la)
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (La-di-la-di-la-la-la)
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (La-di-la-di-la-la-la)
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Jet-black
A card on the lyrics board with a stitch with Dupont ink
Body paint artists are busy
Dead foam, a dry face, answer me below
We created our own pass to paradise
I believe that the beings that have their heads bowed will be
Don't be afraid of the exhausting groundwork

[Pre-Chorus]
Why are we endlessly living for someone else?
Even if you insist on not being too far from it
Do you want to change standards together?

[Chorus]
We are the starting point
The cool guys that will change the world
While singing this song
La-di-la-di-la-la-la
We are the starting point
We don't need to paint the world
Through our own colors
La-di-la-di-la-la-la
[Bridge]
Things stand out with too many colors
I need to tone down the things that stand out
The colorful mood is too noticeable, I’m tired of it
I need to tone down the things that stand out

[Chorus]
We are the starting point
The cool guys that will change the world
While singing this song
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (Hey)
We are the starting point
We don't need to paint the world
With our own colors (With our own colors)
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (La-di-la-di-la-la-la)

[Post-Chorus]
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (La-di-la-di-la-la-la)
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (La-di-la-di-la-la-la)
La-di-la-di-la-la-la (La-di-la-di-la-la-la)
La-di-la-di-la-la-la

[Outro]
No matter how the pretty flowers are picked
They become black ashes
Sometimes, my heart withered to black
Looks more beautiful