In the canvas exposed to the rain
In the cookie can in the attic
That forgotten dream of a paradise
Calls you to the cit in REM sleep
In the darkness of the night, open your umbrella
Go around, go around, innocently
More like yourself than your true face
Layer upon layer of masks
John Doe in the Wonderland
Come, let’s dance
Fortune and misfortune are both unknown here
The big band on the verge of collapse, resonate
I’m waiting for you to look back
Gather in this loneliness
With each fanfare, a phantom night parade
Unable to even become even a failure
Laughing and saying, “It’s impossible”, like a grown-up
In that dim and dazzling momentary dream
Light a lantern for the night parade of a hundred demons
It will soon become deeply sinful
A typo blooming in an idea
The definition of beautiful things
Doesn’t easily change, right?
John Doe in the Wonderland
Come, let’s dance
With steps that can never be reproduced
A reverse merry-go-round, can you still laugh?
What awaits at the end?
Gather in this loneliness
There’s more than one destination, it’s an endless parade