Lyric

I’m rolling stone

The corners are getting rounder

Ask an old lady “when did you wake up ?”

The old lady says “kindness can hurt people”

I heard that for the first time

His friends look sad across the screen

In fact

I don’t have time to immerse myself in the same feeling

A state like a thunder

From the cloud top

Seeing the reflection on the surface of the rainy street

The night breeze

That blows beside us reflects on our clear lifestyle

It’s going to get dark soon, ready to go south

The comparison object of artificial

Molding and natural molding is in the sense of balance

Of balance

Of balance

Still gentle mammal, the forest is alive

When did you get separated ?

Can’t it be restored anymore ?

I’ll talk to myself

Do you think everything you see is beautiful ?

Who’s in trouble if you run out of copy paper

I’m leaving my TV on

Will you get angry if you throw away rotten food

The business of dropping a needle in a painful place

It’s the same

When the 14th moon comes into view

Listen carefully, baby bear blues

The voice born in a quiet room

Fly afternoon spores and

Return to the “Valley of the Wind” in a long time

Must accept, I have to pick you up

Your memory is to coexist

What I see are fantasies and fantasies

In the sea, Landless planet

In the sea, Landless planet