Is there something missing in my life? Why do I stare into space so often? Is there something missing in my life? Sometimes the sky fills in my lung.
It's such a thing, I can't easily describe; I can't throw it away or sell it out. Is there something missing? I cannot understand. See my tea, my cigarette, everything is complete...
I shall leave the stop like a shuttle; Like I was forgotten in the back seat. I shall come to you with my slippers, Like I finally found the love.