

Every time the automatic doors opened
Only warmth seemed to drift inside
Laughter and the sound of children crying
Blended together somewhere near the ceiling
Avoiding sleeves and passing shoulders
Of people pushing shopping carts
With no one to talk to, I wandered alone
Feeling like I didn't quite belong anywhere
I told myself
It had nothing to do with me
Maybe I had to believe that
Just to keep standing there
**On a Sunday evening at the mall, **
Being alone cut deeper than usual
People walking hand in hand, smiling
Looked like a future I could never reach
I couldn't admit I was jealous
I couldn't admit I was lonely
Maybe what I wanted to go back to
Was the person I used to be
In a corner of the food court
Someone sat alone, sipping soup
Someone else, still in their work uniform
Quietly paused to catch their breath
Everyone carried their own day
And kept walking without a word
It felt like I was the only one
Wearing a face full of resentment
I've grown used
To comparing myself to others
But my heart still wasn't ready
To be left behind
**On a Sunday evening at the mall, **
Being alone cut deeper than usual
I wondered if the people laughing as they passed by
Had unseen nights of their own
I couldn't admit I was jealous
I couldn't admit I was lonely
Still, I wanted to spend a moment
Looking honestly at myself
**On a Sunday evening at the mall, **
The automatic doors closed once again
I didn't know what tomorrow would bring
And today I was nobody special
People walking hand in hand, smiling
Looked like a future I could never reach
I couldn't admit I was jealous
I couldn't admit I was lonely
Maybe what I wanted to go back to
Was the person I used to be
But the face reflected in the glass
Was unmistakably the person I am now
So, I'll keep walking forward
On my own two feet
- Lyricist
KAZMARIBUKURO
- Composer
KAZMARIBUKURO
- Producer
KAZMARIBUKURO
- Vocals
KAZMARIBUKURO
- Songwriter
KAZMARIBUKURO

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Sunday Evening at the Shopping Mall
KAZMARIBUKURO
Sunday evening.
Inside a busy shopping mall filled with families, couples, and laughter, there are moments when you suddenly feel like the only person left behind.
The sound of people talking.
Couples walking hand in hand.
Families sharing ordinary moments together.
On some days, those simple scenes can feel like a distant world you can no longer reach.
"Sunday Evening at the Shopping Mall" is a song about loneliness, self-doubt, and the habit of comparing yourself to others. Yet beneath the sadness lies a quiet message of acceptance and resilience.
It is a song for anyone who has ever felt out of place in a crowd.
For anyone who has looked at their reflection in a window and wondered where life is heading.
And for anyone who chooses to keep walking forward, one step at a time, with the person they are today.



