Is there something missing in my life?
Why do I stare into space so often?
Is there something missing in my life?
Sometimes the sky fills in my lung.
It's such a thing, I can't easily describe;
I can't throw it away or sell it out.
Is there something missing? I cannot understand.
See my tea, my cigarette, I have everything...
I shall leave the stop like a shuttle;
Like I was forgotten in the back seat.
I shall come to you with my slippers,
Like I finally found the love.