An Artist

I really didn't have anything from the beginning
Just a cliché drama reflected in the mirror
Even the dark and the horizon, and the plastic emotions
My written evening scene still hasn't reached you

I left the key to convey behind
Anyway, I left you in a labyrinth

I can't fill you up even though I'm not surprised
I'll make it your fault someday
I wonder if the voice inside me was transparent

A lost lamb rolling in front of me
My drawn map still hasn't reached you

If only in a world where only ordinary words are reflected
Where does the natural impulse resonate?

I can't fill you up even though I'm not surprised
I'll make it your fault someday
I wonder if the voice inside me was transparent

For the sake of reflecting you who won't change
I offered you everything left in the film
A lump of phrases that don't want to be vomited or seen
Breaking that key, you go crazy crazy

With familiar words and love, you'll eventually dry up
The knife I used and my heart screamed

Before I disappear, before I disappear
Words and sounds pass you by
I wonder if the voice inside me was transparent