In the constantly mixing intersection,
What did we hold in our hands?
Superficial words
Echoed and whittled away
If a shooting star were to fall,
It would blow everything away
Empty words
Nothing changed at all
Like that, pretending not to know,
So our hands wouldn’t get dirty
In the corner of our vision, even the crumbling fragments of dreams
Pretending not to notice, pretending not to hear
Look, they pass by
In the whirlpool of righteousness, floating in the flowing streets,
Where shall we aim to go?
If we can laugh at the destination we arrive at,
Let’s hold hands, it’s not a dream
After it turns to ashes, finally realizing
My wish will never reach you
In this ever-changing world,
What shall we imagine?
What shall we raise?
I wished it wouldn’t be like this,
Squinting, I could see everything
Like the faintly shining moon,
I feel like I can walk somehow
Was it you, not me,
Who was seeking existence?
Inside,
In the world turned inside out
The voice that fades away,
What were you searching for when you set off on a journey?
The true words carefully lined up
Easily shattered, what I definitely heard was
The sound of tears falling
In the commotion, we painted
The colors of flowers blooming in the murky sea
Reaching out to the decaying sky
We’re here
Wishing for the future on the next page,
Pulling in the closed time
In this ever-changing world,
What shall we imagine?
What shall we raise?
Will I be able to meet you?
Before everything ends,
Let’s draw with these fingers
