Like an overripe fruit, like a cellar dug too deep
It seems like I can’t turn back, what kind of taste is this?
The circumstances are too complex, I don’t know where to start
I want you to understand me, what kind of taste is this?
The darkness is scary, I can’t take even one more step
Sitting down, my hands pressed against the ground feel cold
Numbness like a ginger
Does it hurt? Nah, my throat is just parched
Even if there are unfulfilled dreams, even if there are nights that never end
Someday, somewhere, let’s settle the answers
Life is precious, even if it’s just a little thing it can be a souvenir
“This is the worst, most terrible feeling in history, what is this? I’m not wrong”
I want to say something selfish, what kind of taste is this?
The control is in someone else’s hands, I’m being made to conform
It’s a very well-made box garden, it’s ridiculous
I don’t care anymore, see you later
Maybe it’ll stay a scar, maybe it’ll become a treasure
Someday, somewhere, I’ll look back on it occasionally
Numbness like a ginger
Does it hurt? Nah, my throat is just parched
Even if there are unfulfilled dreams, even if there are nights that never end
Someday, somewhere, let’s settle the answers
Life is precious, even if it’s just a little thing it can be a souvenir
Numbness like a ginger
The endpoint isn’t here, see you later