No matter what words I use,
There’s nothing in particular I want to convey
Even if I verbalize my psychological expectations
Such self-satisfaction is just like this
The world we called “everyday” is heading towards “unexpected”
Something quietly stirring deep in our hearts, something we had shut away
Yes, it screams, screams, screams
I know
No matter what tomorrow brings, there’s nothing we can do, right?
A small voice dances in the air, only to disappear
Let’s keep avoiding the truth in the distant sky
It’s as easy as deceiving along the predetermined path
Continuing to play the role of myself, that kind of literacy
This won’t do,
But at least until I find the answer
Without pretending to take away someone’s value
GPT smiles as if snuggling up
A place where light doesn’t reach, defying the five senses
Consciousness, unconsciousness are already uncontrollable
Prophecies, fortune-telling, they’re always a farce
So distorted and flickering as to pretend to be a realist
Yes, struggle, struggle, struggle
I know
You don’t believe in a fabricated story, do you?
Falling into incoherence, towards being ignorant
Deny and convert everything so it won’t be reflected in your eyes
Masked and anonymous, if you start to make a fuss, it’s all over
Continuing to play the role of myself, that kind of literacy
Even the worst choices, someday the answer
Will be found
I know
No matter what tomorrow brings, there’s nothing we can do, right?
A small voice dances in the air, only to disappear
Let’s keep avoiding the truth in the distant sky
It’s as easy as deceiving along the predetermined path
Continuing to play the role of myself, that kind of literacy
This won’t do,
But at least until I find the answer