Lately the sky has seemed terribly gloomy
Each day seeming like melted, gray paint
It's tepid, I'll go sleep because I've had enough
The morning will come again anyway,I'll spend my time turning over
The people in the TV are talking about something, far away
In a virtual reality box, everything somehow feels unreal
You're not near me, but it's okay
I'm living so that I won't be too lonely
Intersecting information in a box of social media
Friends and work are both important (that's true) as much as anyone else
That's right, that reminds me, recently
Something moved from right to left
I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose
I wonder why, maybe I'm just tired lately
I still immediately only look for ways to escape, to hide myself
The sun too is sleeping deeply, and I'm coming to utterly hate it too
Tarirarira, this world is mostly made up of
Seeking love from some vague somebody
Tarirarira, this world is mostly made up of
People wanting to hear "I want to come see you"
Walking around the city in socks and sneakers
The people hurrying around in order to live
Take a deep breath of the exhaust fumes
Suck it into your lungs
Living in a repeating daydream
Looking for the meaning of life in this labyrinth
It's okay to take weird detours
As long as you find a place you can belong nearby
The results of the search a place for everyone where they can breathe easy
There's nothing wrong with wanting love
I'm finally able to think that way
I'm doing it clumsily but I want to live, even if I can't do so in high spirits