Exit the ticket gate and go straight
Go down the escalator on the left
The job of handing out tissues
A kind of job that’s everywhere
Ignoring and slipping through the red light
It makes you stop and think
Suddenly, in the hustle and bustle of the crowd
It makes you stop and think
Where am I right now?
I can’t describe it
What emotion should I call it?
Dreaming in the present, over and over
What lies beyond that sky?
What’s there?
Hey, tell me
Where is the destination?
Everyone is in a hurry
Everyone is rushing to live
Breathing is overflowing
The city that has gone too far
Entering inside my consciousness
It disturbs my mind
Who are you, who am I?
There’s no one here but strangers
Like a trash can stuffed with only desires
Illuminated by the shining light
The person who springs out is genuine
Just like the ant that was crushed
What’s normal?
Who’s normal?
The set standards are crazy
What’s freedom?
People move forward
The city moves forward
Leaving me behind
It makes you stop and think
Suddenly, in the hustle and bustle of the crowd
It makes you stop and think
Where am I right now?
I can’t describe it
What emotion should I call it?
Dreaming in the present, over and over
It makes you stop and think
Suddenly, in the classroom, on the train
It makes you stop and think
What am I doing right now?
I can’t describe it
What emotion should I call it?
The present shatters dreams, over and over
Dizziness strikes
At the Shibuya crossing
One person stands still in the middle, spinning around
As everyone else speeds past
What do I understand?
No one pays any attention