It's 25 o'clock in the afternoon, the alley where the wind stops, the hustle and bustle of the city is creepy, I walk with a blank look on my face.
I was dazzled by this incredible situation, and couldn't help but lean into it.
With a stroke of contempt, the end of that innocence
I threw it into the river that smells like gutter and floated on the wide ripples.
face face face

Somewhere far away, a dog cried in place of my heart-breaking heart.
A bird flew into the city sky in place of me who was feeling nostalgic.

On the horizon at the end of Shibuya, migratory birds are flying
Don't cry for your hometown