Lyric

Why do people have to die in the end?

Why were we even born into this world?

Why is it so bad to have no dreams at all?

Why can’t we move without a goal in sight?

With these questions in mind, I am right here

No goals, no dreams, just existing in this space

The scenery I see and the sounds I hear

They all overtake me and hurry ahead

The world is surely moving forward

And I am left behind, all alone

Ah... this place is so comfortable

Doing nothing but standing still, without a thought

Ah... still, the world keeps moving on

And eventually, it drags me out with it

I still don't have a goal or a dream

But I found a reason to move, and I’ve started to walk

But the world, as if mocking my slow pace

Changes the scenery at a dizzying speed

Ah... walking itself feels so good now

That thinking starts to seem so foolish and vain

Ah... still, the world keeps moving on

And with a little delay, I start to move too

What I see and what I hold in my hands

Might be "the past" from the world's point of view

But I rejoice, seeing them as something new

And so, I take another step forward

Ah... this place is so comfortable

I might stop and stand still every now and then

But somehow, I’ve grown accustomed

To the act of moving forward

Ah... the world keeps moving on

And I walk behind it, just a few steps late

People die, and people are born

Without even knowing, they find a purpose

And before they realize, they’ve fulfilled a dream