Butterfly

With a sharp knife-like heart
We whittle away at the long, meaningless days
Things like accumulated pasts and boredom
We take them out on non-burnable trash days and leave them there

Like aimless letters
And places with no destination, our
Worn-down dreams and hopes
We take them out on non-burnable trash days and leave them there

Even if a transparent, formal curtain envelops our world
The five-meter reality
Will eventually disappear
And be lost

A light that seems to fade in the darkness ahead
The decay of the phosphorescence
Can I become a butterfly

Disappear

Even the dull pain that's starting to fade
If possible, don't throw it away, just leave it there

Even if a transparent, formal curtain envelops our world
Don't forget the five-meter reality
Always remember it
Keep holding on

In the world that the world of bad resignation calls us to
What lies beyond the glass-made telescope

A light that seems to fade in the darkness ahead
The decay of the phosphorescence
Can I become a butterfly

Disappear (x3)