Lyric

Trees are swaying

People rush home

Street lamps are glowing orange

Lean against a white wall like dying plants

They wither and die, unable to scream

How many years have I spend like this?

This life is not made like a movie

There's no one on this street

But I'm still in this way

I could not find

Anywhere to go

I don't know why I have no way

I was trying to go somewhere

Am I just a houseplant waiting to wither

Am I just a houseplant waiting to wither away?

Where are my dreams?

Where are my emotions?

I can't even realize what I've lost

No one cares about the pain of others

They keep competing to win something

If I just grow like this and waiting for death to come someday

Sink my body into the earth

So I want to be a plant that never hurts anyone

But I'm still like this

I can't change anything

I want to go home

I want to go home

I want to go home

I want to go home

I want to go home!