The gloomy shadows trapped in the past and the marks of failure standing out on our backs
Words that hurry me to the point of no return if I let any one thing slip away
All of them look good
I compare my life with the lives of others
Whether it’s good or bad, happy or unhappy, now
The ideal, the reality, the choking hustle and bustle
I count the number of good and bad
One by one, two by two, the shadows chasing us down
Day and night, I talk about the questions that pile up, but there are no answers
In the passing scenery that surrounds me
I know that there is no second time
Still, you are deceived by similar days
Who do you want to be like?
It’s free to say
But it’s only an imitation
The sky is black as I stand in the cold rain that wakes me up
The sky is black and the shadows of the people passing by are vividly blurred
The voices that don’t reach me have fallen and withered
I don’t think it’s okay to stay like this
And yet, I can’t stop what’s flowing
I want to do something about my flimsy self
The eyes of those who spit out that I have no substance
If you want to visualize your life
Can a whole life fit into a single book?
I’ve come around
What is it about the passing scenery that makes you wish for a second time
Still, I want to be fooled by similar days
I want to be deceived
The voice that tells me I look like someone else, but it’s also true
The cold rain that woke me up has passed, and the sky that stands still is blue.
The sky is blue, the shadows of the people passing by are vividly blurred
The voices that don’t reach me have fallen and withered
I don’t think it’s okay to stay like this
And yet, I can’t stop what’s flowing
Even if I turn away from the approaching morning
I lose my voice when I see the figure that has been revealed
There’s no mirror there to reflect me
In the shadows of people passing by that blur vividly
The voices that don’t reach me have fallen and withered
I don’t think it’s okay to stay like this
I grasp the certainty that slips through
That even rightness changes color
Now that I don’t realize how many have fallen and withered
I don’t think it’s okay to stay like this
Strongly chasing after the certainty that slips through