Silent Noise

The platform is a vacuum, the last train passes by
Feeling like I've arrived at the end of a dream, I smile
If I follow the line of fate, a theatrical Shinjuku
What remains in my hands when I tie and untie?

Love leads to a love letter, so a sample version is just right
Always updating, sentimentalism is everyday life

The momentary afterimage that crosses my heart will eventually disappear, a reason
Combining memories and playing them back will create a silent noise that resonates in the world

If crows dance on the map, they look like pitch-black angels
Confessing with a low hum, singing a repentance song, but it's nonsense

Values ​​are different for everyone, so who's in front of the back?
Proving existence that was wasted, shining again

Therefore, the dense echoes I carve will eventually turn into a different voice
Let the bypass ring as it is, the aimless world spins

If you bet everything on the scales, you, me, temporarily in sync
Things that should be there are not, here are makeshift constellations shining brightly

The momentary afterimage that crosses my heart will eventually disappear, a reason
Just repeating the combination of memories and playing them back
In the meantime, falling in love several times in a few seconds of blank space
Even though it's a self-made performance, turning it into a vivid color, upgrading the version

The platform is already far away, the buildings are tombstones in the window
As if signaling that the dream has ended, now twilight