Blue spring and the western sky
August’s blue sky
Like stirring it up
I could hear the cries of flying birds
A sweaty T-shirt
Pinching the middle
Wind stirring, swaying on the train
Dyed in flamingo color
The western sky and I
Dancing dust sparkling in reflection
Wearing a face like it’s obvious
I tried tasting the blue spring
It’s so sweet, it might melt
But it might also become poison
Stepping on the elongated shadows
Let’s go home quickly
The world is small, what a big lie
Not captured in photos
Sounds, voices, and smells
Abnormal situation, can’t capture them forever
Because I kept stretching
My toes became sore
Lying barefoot, a melody floating on the ceiling
Wearing a face like it’s obvious
I ended up devouring the blue spring
Raising a white flag
It’s so hot, I might get burned
Staring at the thinning shadow
When the sun doesn’t shine
Anyone can’t live vividly
Wearing a face like it’s obvious
I’m going to keep devouring the blue spring
Whether it’s sweet or painful
Until the day it burns out
Waving to the disappearing shadow
Overhead, the light of the stars
Is it okay to believe the world is vast?