It looks like you’re doing something, but you’re not doing anything
Pretending you like certain music, but you hate it
Back in the day, I was drunk on borrowed phrases
I was happy because I was irresponsible
While speaking with my own words, with my own voice
I learned the joy of singing
But I gradually became scared of it too
What remained was the desire not to fail
While swimming through the shimmering summer,
An empty heart is waiting for the wind
So many mirages that I want to cry
All blurry behind my eyelids
I am so weak.
It’s the worst sky
No matter how hollow or empty words are
some people value themselves and talk as if they know everything
But this has saved me, in a way
It’s pathetic, but
I am funny
It is the way I have lived until now
I am not honest; it is not just me
Instead, I want to sleep
Let me listen to the
songs that save others
Tomorrow or later
If you can’t convince yourself, you won’t move forward
Mirage, I have no tears left
Our voices are fading
When I looked back,
you were no longer there
What makes our hair flutter,
It would have to be the same wind, the same fragrance
The Spirit Boat procession I saw with you that day
had a shine that resembled life
It’s so sunny, it’s too dazzling
You cannot see a thing
It’s the worst; the worst
This life is full of lies
Saying goodbye to days of the past
I will be stronger, stronger, stronger, stronger
From tomorrow to tomorrow,
Into this inviting parabola
Please
Please