Shabon Dama

Stinging wounds kept me awake all night
Pissed off, I was woken up by a crying face
If I label the night as a boring guy
I felt like I couldn't cry without feeling embarrassed
Useless obsessions were just closing my heart
Even for a brief moment, I was glad to meet you
Even if he's gone, only the warmth remained
It was sad, refreshing, and truly comforting

While crying, I burst and flew away
But I want to be more like myself
How many soap bubbles will we blow up
In this flat and boring sky?

I wanted to be a noisy troublemaker
Hanging a stupid face, pretending to be a good guy
Life has become a bit noisier
But the meaningless complaints turned into dreams
I want to go back, but I can't
I want to return, but I can't
If I think about it, tears come out
Don't give up, don't cry
Don't blame, just let it go
Like the soap bubbles we made with a smile back then

While crying, I burst and flew away
But I want to be more like myself
How many soap bubbles will we blow up
In this flat and boring sky?

While crying, I burst and flew away
But you should be more like yourself
How many soap bubbles will we blow up
In this flat and boring sky?