The scenery at the end of the night
Constantly thinking without getting tired
Stepping forward with the boredom I couldn’t change
Repeat
1 2 3!
1 2 3!
Just don’t stumble even a little bit, again
1 2 3!
1 2 3!
Just like love doesn’t change
Like that, when the scent of the wind changes I turn around, regretting
No one says anything
The city view, the buildings, the night. Everything about you seems to be stained with lies
My ears, my fingers, my swaying heart. The moon turns distant memories turn into shadows
Gradually forgetting what I once remembered, like withering buds
Unable to become flowers
Hey, why do you keep doing that? What is it exactly that you’re trying to do?
How long will you keep doing that?
The absurdity of everyday life
I don’t know if it’s advancing or going backwards, like time
And that’s how, sighs become habituated to the scenery and moisten the windows
It’s like magic
The city seems to be crying in change
The dark alley, voices, the rain of gaze seems to be mocking me
“Love,” “Dreams,” I’ve gotten used to not being able to say them
My arms, my legs, my hair that has grown
Gradually forgetting what I once remembered, like a cocoon waiting for spring
I wanted to become a butterfly, but…
The city view, the buildings, the night. Everything about you seems to be stained with lies
My ears, my fingers, my swaying heart. The moon reminds me that even distant memories disappear
Until I realize the answer I should have reached, knowing the shadow, knowing the light
Getting to know myself