V.I.P.

I've just grasped my longing
In the natural flow
If I'm comfortably sung
Let's jump in

Tomorrow will be reborn
Someone will notice
The style of this town

Continuing to be influenced by such things
Surely no one will be like
The cornered fossil

Beyond the mysterious door
There are no V.I.P. types
Everyone has their limits

I've just grasped my longing
If I entrust my body, is it okay to leave it in these hands?
Counting down, it's showtime
In the natural flow
If I'm comfortably sung
Let's jump in

Rather than laughing at what's below
I want to despair at what's above
A more distinctive habit is better

They want to put numbers to sounds
That person who grew up quickly
How old am I now?
Tell me

Beyond the mysterious door
There are no V.I.P. types
Everyone has their limits, including me

Staccato carved
It's not the usual pain of walking
But quietly wishing
What does that young man of that day
Think of this scenery now?
Let's break through

I've just grasped my longing
If I entrust my body, is it okay to leave it in these hands?
Counting down, it's showtime
In the natural flow
If I'm comfortably sung
Let's jump in