Tokyo

In this ink-stained room
The day to leave has come
Still bewildered by this new journey

On the bus heading to the station
I messaged my friends

Tried calling in the morning on the platform
But something felt off

Brought along an old guitar
Left all the photos behind

Letting go of something and gaining something
That's how it always goes

Putting on a brave front always leads to dreams
If you become timid, it'll all end there

On the moving train
I felt like crying a little

Wishing this city outside the window
Would stay the same

The person who gave me the old guitar
Said Tokyo is scary

I've stopped searching for answers
It's okay to be full of mistakes

The red sunset interrupted by the buildings
Even if I hold back tears

In this journey where the next morning comes
It's okay to be lost sometimes

Can't always choose the right things
I understand that much