A story from the past that came out in agony
A convenient and slightly pretty memory.
It's a vain thing to hold on to. You know that, don't you?
Don't do it, you're pathetic.
I walk the streets, leaving you alone in the white night.
I'll walk alone in the city that fled into the night in the white light of day, whispering, "I'm sorry I left a few more things undone."
Oh, what can I do?
What can I do?
"Be yourself" is just an exaggeration.
If today's just a little more interesting, that's fine too
So, Baby, don't be miserable
The sound of cicadas swaying unreliably, and before you know it, it's morning.
If you think that if you rewind it, it'll all work out
I'm not saying you're wrong, but you must be lonely
the city is kind of proud of itself, being relied on by the fluttering rain...
Who in the world would say, "You got in my way, so do it well"?
Oh what can I do?
What can I do?
The "meaning of life" is just a bunch of crap.
If today's just a little bit more interesting, that's fine too
So, Baby, you're pathetic, don't let your shoulders droop
I looked up and saw a rainbow.