A yellow smog is still floating in the air
The sails overhead are making an uproar
Suddenly a storm appears
My feet are soaked, unable to be dried
The corners of my eyes are sunburnt, unable to care for it
Against the wind’s roar
A kerchief wraps around my pride
Tears hidden behind a black eye patch
My long hair dancing at the bow
At the end, I’ll find those jewels, and then, when the adventurous risks have been satisfied
Whether the idea of happiness will be waiting on shore, it begins the story again
(*) La la la la, behind the indifference, a gentleness is hiding
I still remember who was screaming
Looking at you lowering your head, I’m standing on the bow
La la la la, the black wind blows out the candles
Outside the thunderstorms, that sky
Happiness is beckoning
The corner of the iceberg is snickering
The sinister undercurrent is surrounding me
The targetless target, Feeling tipsy, it still hasn’t disappeared
Dampened tobacco has a strange flavor, the written letter can’t be mailed
The bugle disturbing people’s dreams, the crazy spinning of the rudder, the anchor that can never be lowered
The finish line is in front of us, the end in front of us
Wait for us to find those jewels, and then, jewels, and then
When the adventurous risks have been satisfied
Whether happiness will be waiting on shore
It begins the story again
At the end, I’ll find those jewels, and then,
When the adventurous risks have been satisfied, whether happiness will be waiting on the shore
(*)
Waiting for the wounds that can’t be healed, on a beautiful port, the lonely exit, my burning chest
Waiting for the wounds that can’t be healed, on a beautiful port, the lonely exit
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