Lyric

Fried chicken that I was going to prepare when I woke up in the morning

A bicycle key of the same shape that had fallen at the foot on the platform

The overlapping politics of the room next door and own room

The strange man who came not long ago sitting in the same seat

Overlap and overlap and overlap

One after another one after another

A strange chain reaction

Deja-vu in a day

And yet you don't come out

You don't come out to me

I don't mean to be whack a mole ,but

You don't easily come to me

The sweet gentle and alluring are that suddenly passes you

In the midst of the hustle and bustle

The study of taste contained in the body in a limited number of time

The warmth of body heat that can be felt if you touch it

Even slightly gives you a sense of peace

If you don't close the door

You can see more than you can see

But you are puzzled by the world that come into your field of vision

I can hear it I can hear it

Sucked in by a sound that

Draws you in so much that you tremble

Now and always and surely always to come

Until you ability to listen is cut off

I can hear it

As nature responds remaining

Existence is natural

You don't have to take anything too far

You don't have to do anything