Laundry

Swaying, swaying
Dancing, dancing until morning comes
If you dance until you're tired, it's okay to sleep

Just floating around
Drifting
To the point of getting tangled up
Please wash away the deeply ingrained dirt
Laundry

The town I was born in is completely different
Pushing through the crowd, I walked
The sound of water can be heard from afar
Today, silently, I hold hands with you

Somehow, somehow
We'll keep going, only emotions
Are still mine
Why, why does it repeat, the sound of the heart
Linking, illuminating the side face

Swaying, swaying, dancing, dancing
Until morning comes
If you dance until you're tired, it's okay to sleep
Just floating around, drifting, to the point of getting tangled up
Won't you wash away the deeply ingrained dirt?

If I were to be reborn, what would I become?
Just muttering like it's someone else's business
In my head, I can live
Unlike you, remembering the present

Gently stroking the throat, coldly and calmly
Demanding for something unreasonable, still pointless
The body starts to melt, no one knows, no longer knows
Neon dozing off next to me

Dancing, dancing until morning comes
If the wind blows, it's okay to sway
Just floating around, drifting, to the point of getting tangled up
Engulfed by the deeply ingrained pain

Swaying, swaying, dancing, dancing until morning comes
If you dance until you're tired, it's okay to sleep
Just floating around, drifting, to the point of getting tangled up
Please wash away the deeply ingrained dirt
Laundry