Troy, hey Troy
Detonating while I’m unaware
Sinking in the pitch-black sea
Imagining my figure
Mornings are unpleasant, mornings
Once again, opening the world’s door
The curtains don’t
Conceal me
On the station platform, on the worn-out dance floor,
Reflecting in the ordinary scenery
Floating, then disappearing, leaving only emptiness
No one is looking at me
That’s what the me who only looks at myself is saying
Saying it again
If it’s not a convenient world, then it’s unnecessary
I want to disappear, entranced by beauty
Soft, murky orange, rolling and crushing
Will eventually sprout, take shape, and bloom into a flower
That was supposed to be me
Riding on a wooden horse, spinning like a fool
Emptying out, running towards the gentle horizon
Riding on a wooden horse, spinning like a fool
Emptying out, running towards the gentle horizon
Detonate it, show the contents immediately
That’s love, isn’t it?
Even the guilty feelings
Enjoy them as a hidden flavor
Hey
In the crazy maze, in the excited heat
Remnants of imprisoned memories
Unable to muster the will to walk the thorny path
Today, too, ends in dismal defeat
I want you to prepare kind words
At the kiosk in front of the station
The LED lights
Such lights
It’s not a pleasant world, isn’t it obvious?
Beauty doesn’t interest you
Memories of daybreak have long since
Became illegible
Among the scattered lyrics
Embedded love letters
Are the only things
Riding on a wooden horse, spinning like a fool
Emptying out, running towards the gentle horizon
Riding on a wooden horse, spinning like a fool
Emptying out, running towards the gentle horizon
Detonate it, show the contents immediately
That’s love, isn’t it?
Even the guilty feelings
Enjoy them as a hidden flavor
Hey