歌詞

The light of the dust is waiting. The scent of old books lingers. A mysterious hobby scale moves in a quiet warehouse. Unnoticed by anyone. My time

Every time I turn a page, a different world shifts

Quantum Girl's 3 PM. My heartbeat is like science. With my own judgment turned off, I float in the sky

The curved lines are my stage. I play mysteriously like a clarinet. Miracles and loops are incalculable. But it's fun, so that's okay

The coffee foam unravels. The dust on the windowsill sings. I leave behind strange lines. I've come to love myself

It belongs to no one. But the freedom that exists here

Quantum Girl's 3 PM. Isn't it okay to be nonsense? Like a little dry jazz, I laugh and jump

Even if the world shifts, I'm happy

Quantum Girl's three o'clock in the afternoon. Scooping up the melted light, I find my rhythm, which no one can imitate

Sleeping at the corner of the page. A quiet blue world. A dazzling moment alone. Time doesn't stop. And that's fine