Petals scatter, the rain pours, the city comes back to life
It’s mellow, mellow
It’s yellow, yellow
Sleeping in a dream within a dream within a dream
I wait under the roadside trees
Becoming aware of every part of my body
I think of facing the grand finale
To resist not, even in fear, if I’m merely to fade away
But whatever can be seen at the end of this great voyage
Cannot be known by simply standing still
Dewdrops on the leaves and grass, mischievous showers… that stop, and revive anew
It’s mellow, mellow
It’s yellow, yellow
Sleeping in a dream within a dream within a dream
I remember many things
Becoming aware of the misery
This life is a tale like a walking shadow
This life is a tale like a walking shadow. It has no meaning
But…