I would not even sleep, but sooner or later, sleep will come,
No matter how tired I am, it never happens contrarily
These mirages disappear and appear without being asked.
What is this, say, it happens inconveniently
Chorus:
Ah-ah-ah, this is a paradox, parallel realities.
Ah-ah-ah, No matter what I carry, an anomaly comes out.
Ah-ah-ah, I would like to, only you are untouchable.
Ah-ah-ah, the reason has flown away to unawareness, to ignorance
Ah-ah-ah, there was no op-pa, you appear from nowhere.
Ay-ah-ah, how could you, well, why are you smiling?
Ay-ah-ah, I'm a fool, or this is not according to the rules.
Ay-ah-ah, it's just like that, only the eyelids are closing,
And the dream is floating.
No matter what you say, it never ends contrarily.
I see the thing is rubbish, nowhere to throw you out of these dreams,
From the sea coast can not to be seen and can not to be begged.
Chorus.
And the thing is rubbish (5 times)
The matter, the matter is rubbish, but for now
And the thing is rubbish.