The tasteless night melts away,
Why does the snow dry up the words?
Only the unspoken feelings linger in the heart
Like drowning in sadness,
A transient exploding ballad.
In a lonely world even for the sun and moon,
Fools entangled in the cycle of entwining and unraveling.
As if, uniformly perceived as light and reflection,
Seeking harmony, a Kitty following instinct
Ah, there’s no new world anywhere.
I want to love and be loved alone.
If today is misfortune, what about yesterday?
Does that mean eternal unhappiness?
If so, I want to do something about it.
But I still can’t face it head-on.
Inferiority and impatience are staring each other down again.
Escaping and averting one’s eyes,
Which one holds more value?
Just here, questioning and meditating
Well, even if I stand still, I’ll wander.
Now, let’s connect the dots,
If you want to see true love,
Turn into sound and run away now!
Even if you don’t fake it, shout out,
The melody turns into light and spreads.
It’s okay if this song is wrong.
Raise your voice!
Jam out, Blues Driver and Telecaster.
The answer is within the sound.
At 1 AM,
Eyelids awakened by the chaotic tolling of the bell.
“What do I want?” (What do I want)
In the hesitation of “What do I want,”
Only unnecessary things
Tangled in my head.
The meticulously crafted
paper craft turns into a spark.
Inferiority, realization, pessimism,
Eating it up passively.
All the musicians
Breaking through the ecosystem?
Well then, from a variable star, becoming generic,
The precious talent degrades.
Kick away inconveniences
And dance individually.
One, two, three, four.
Escaping and averting one’s eyes,
Which one holds more value?
Just here, questioning and wandering,
Well, even if I stand still, I’ll wander.
Now, let’s connect the dots,
If you want to see true love,
Turn into sound and run away now!
Even if you don’t fake it, shout out,
The melody turns into light and spreads.
It’s okay if this song is wrong.
Raise your voice!
Jam out, Blues Driver and Telecaster.
The answer is within the sound.
And within me.