After Dark

In the shadow of the back that stretches, I run away
Without noticing the fallen flower

On the street corner, a sweet smell drifts from far away
A crying voice that seems familiar somewhere

Carrying faint hopes on the good wind
How far can we go?

The world trembles as if to deny it
Stealing everything away

If it's a dream, wake up
But we
Haven't done anything yet
Keep going

Floating with gestures that cut through the midday sun
Looking down on the unborn child

On the street corner, a smell drifts from far away
A crying voice that seems familiar somewhere

Flowing deeply and red
The moon appears and fades away

I want to cut off the random cracks
So that the unchanging face won't laugh

Carrying faint hopes on the good wind
How far can we go?

The world trembles as if to deny it
Stealing everything away

If it's a dream, wake up
But we
Haven't done anything yet
Keep going