Gamushara

On the asphalt that buzzes and hums
The swarm of ants melting in a dream
If living correctly is instinct
Then why am I here

I'm sorry for not meeting expectations
Because I can do it myself

It's all about whatever excuses
Living in a world of glued-on cardboard
It's not for someone else, not yet
Until I stick to myself

Stopping is like a residence
The bustling city moves hurriedly today
The night seems to be swallowed by impatience
One star in the sky I looked up to

I'm moving forward but I don't even know
Which way is ahead

It doesn't matter, tomorrow or anything
I can only live by confirming the present
I don't want to blame anyone
My way of living

Why are you curled up and afraid of everything

It's all about whatever excuses
Living in a world of glued-on cardboard
It's not for someone else, not yet
Until I stick to myself

Kicking the ground with eagerness
The voices all over my body spread wings
Cutting through the wind, dancing in any future
Until I surpass myself