Dissolved traces of light, inside a sweet dream
The immediately disappearing time along with life
The scent of autumn flowers on my fluttering dry shirt
Feels just like my bad habit of giving up
Filled with dry wind and sorrow
Was the world that looked bent on the curve mirror
It looked like the neighbours' conversation heard from behind the curtain
A bird perching on the faraway electric line with its clueless face
Gently gulped down lukewarm water into its parched throat.
Dissolved traces of light, inside a sweet dream
The immediately disappearing time along with life
The scent of autumn flowers on my fluttering dry shirt
Feels just like my bad habit of giving up
If I were to melt in the night sky, to the other side of that sweet sweet dream I'd go
Feel the feeling of damaged hair in a room with the lights turned off
You always put on that slightly lonely expression
That seems to know the end of the season
Where it went wrong – I continuously ask that myself
But if I turn around to look back, I only see the bad aftertaste of the past route
Dissolved traces of light, inside a sweet dream
The immediately disappearing time along with life
The scent of autumn flowers on my fluttering dry shirt
Feels just like my bad habit of giving up