Lyric

What's different from Tokyo is how close the mountains feel

Blue sky through the window, the green ridgeline of the mountains

The windowsill I used to climb onto

A Hockney painting hangs on the wall

It looks different to me now

I brought my mother cookies from home, Lishan tea for my father

They ask how I've been lately, I turn my teacup a quarter turn

I'm doing okay, so I tell her

My mother looks like she wanted more

もしも素直に "not okay." って言葉にできたなら

I think I'm fine this way

I don't know if I'm doing the right thing

I sit on the balcony watching the asters

A wren's song. Somehow, my hands have opened

What I see, what I hear

I don't care how any of it came to be

What I see now, what I hear now

I think "こうするしかないの..."

Maybe someday I'll regret it

I sit on the balcony looking for hummingbirds

A faint breeze. Somehow, my hands have opened

What I see, what I hear

I don't care how any of it came to be

What I see now, what I hear now

What I see, what I hear

I don't care for instructions from the future

What I see now, what I hear now

What I see now, what I hear now