Walking on the famous step
Keeping the clumsy pace
When was it built
Thinking about the answer in the tower of the uncivilized
Talking culture in writing
Laughing at jokes that never existed
Madonna was the center of attention
Trying to imitate her a little, on a strange journey
On the other side of the shopping street
A shopping mall was built
It has become very convenient
Can’t buy a Toupette
The idol I was crazy about in the past
Has become a mother
Celebrated with tears at the station in the neighboring town
Feeling
It’s not called a miracle
So I’m naming it
Spending time with closed eyelids
Accumulating fleeting longing
Just a bunch of documents
Enjoying this year of becoming an adult
What doesn’t disappear will remain
When you close your eyelids, it will return
Shining brightly
Thinking about and gazing at the closet of dreams
Ah
Believing
It’s not called a miracle
I’m a fool, really.
The overlapping sky falls
Sour fruits ripen
The upside-down tower of the future
Resembles you
Hiding tears of joy
The parachute opens again
The second garment
Thinking about tomorrow!
Ah