Once, there was supposed to be something here, the Buzz Road.
Even though it’s been renovated and cleaned, the déjà vu remains.
Contents that were filled in for reasons like
“It was already outdated” or “it was still too early.”
In the cyber world, there’s a sense of an underground stream.
A large group of wandering earthbound spirits, not buried.
(Those who have ended)
In a ridiculously narrow field of vision, in a ridiculously invisible darkness,
Wandering aimlessly without an exit.
(Those who have ended)
Even if you abandon them, even if you forget them,
They still flow there.
It seems like it was born suddenly.
Even if something happens before reaching there,
Errors of trial and error are being covered.
In the cyber world, there’s a sense of an underground stream.
A large group of wandering earthbound spirits, not buried.
(Those who have ended)
In a ridiculously narrow field of vision, in a ridiculously invisible darkness,
Wandering aimlessly without an exit.
(Those who have ended)
Even if you abandon them, even if you forget them,
They still flow there.
They are discarded again, covered by the past again.
Under the glamorous stage,
We are the legacy of a dim past.
No longer needed, unnecessary children.
We are the legacy of a dim past.