My left eye could watch and cry. My right eye could watch and smile. And between my eyes are still the feelings I can’t process.
The first time I went to Ueno Station, it was an unusual white Christmas The last train already gone, a contrast to the light I could see moving far away I had too much fun, I talked for too long, and so now it was silent and the sound of the world emptied into my ears I have a dream of an eternity different to those stuffed animals in the park’s darkened museum For example, I think for an instant of these days that seem so beautiful The fluttering snow seems to have no plans
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful days
I pretend to like you, I even like the things you like, So if those feelings bud in someone else again, they will be whole I reverse these songs I’ve recorded, and when I play them back, Loading, loading, loading, my memories recite a vacant charm, And all of the cut-and-sewn words seem to scatter, flutter, and die We plan to become the small flames of the burning garbage in the world
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful days
Even the darkness of the blowing snow is still beautiful Even the inside I can never see, despite sadness, is still beautiful
These emotions that I feel like I can somehow transmit are just light bulbs on an overloaded circuit, Flickering, blinking, dying, vanishing, to everyone else I have to prepare every disguise, the cliché faces of a mysterious person How about the crying face? Or maybe the smiling face? Hey?
Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life is beautiful Life, life, life, life, life was beautiful days Was beautiful days, was beautiful days I, I, I, I, I, my, me, mine Too, too, too, too, too unclear Love, love, love, love, love is all I want
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