In the familiar scenery
I’m standing still
In the corner
I’ve become a jellyfish now
Swaying gently
Is it fun because it’s difficult?
Is joy a mistake?
If you smile at me
If this is called love
Ah, ah, ah
The whereabouts are far away
Tomorrow morning
When I wake up, I have to take out the burnable trash
Ah, ah, ah
If you’re gone
How much easier it would be
If only the memories could disappear
I know you’re crying somewhere I don’t know
I know I’m bad at hiding it
At this moment, I’m thinking
You were the one with good intuition
Ah, ah, ah
The whereabouts are far away
Tomorrow morning
When I wake up, I have to take out the burnable trash
Ah, ah, ah
If you’re gone
How much easier it would be
It would be nice if these feelings could turn into ashes
The expression of waiting tiredly
Even though I noticed it already
I’m sorry
Because I’ll forget about you
Back and forth, swaying again
Sinking, floating, sinking, floating
Drifting in the wandering room