The day has come when I will leave the room I’m
so used to living in
My new journey is still disorienting me
so used to living in
My new journey is still disorienting me
On the bus to the station
I emailed my friend
I emailed my friend
On the platform in the morning, I tried calling too
But it felt like something had changed
But it felt like something had changed
I’ve brought one old guitar with me
I’ve left all my photos behind
I’ve left all my photos behind
Letting something go and then gaining something new
Does the same cycle repeat itself?
Does the same cycle repeat itself?
When I pretend to be strong, it always leads to dreams
When I let myself be cowardly, they stop
When I let myself be cowardly, they stop
As the train began to move
I cried a little
I cried a little
I prayed that the road that spread out outside the window
Wouldn’t change
Wouldn’t change
The person who gave me the old guitar
Said he was afraid of Tokyo
Said he was afraid of Tokyo
I’ve stopped looking for answers
It doesn’t matter if I make mistake after mistake
It doesn’t matter if I make mistake after mistake
The red sunset is cut up by the buildings
I hold back my tears
I hold back my tears
But the beginning of each new morning
Will bring confusion for me, won’t it?
Will bring confusion for me, won’t it?
I can’t only choose the right things
That much I know
That much I know
