a.m.3:21

After the melted light, in a sweet dream
Time and life that disappear quickly
The autumn flowers that smell on the wrinkled shirt
Seem like my bad habit of giving up

The dried wind and love
The world that looked distorted in the curved mirror
Seemed like a conversation of carrots heard through the curtain
The bird that landed on the distant telephone pole
Quietly poured lukewarm water down its dried throat

After the melted light, in a sweet dream
Time and life that disappear quickly
The autumn flowers that smell on the wrinkled shirt
Seem like my bad habit of giving up

If the night sky melts, beyond the sweet, sweet dream
In the room with the lights turned off, only the sensation of your hair
You always seemed a little lonely
Seems to know the end of the season
No matter where you go, it's just a dead end
Looking back, it's a tasteless bad path

After the melted light, in a sweet dream
Time and life that disappear quickly
The autumn flowers that smell on the wrinkled shirt
Seem like my bad habit of giving up