I came here through alternating steps of hope and setbacks, but I haven't accomplished anything in particular.
The night sky is shot through by our melancholy sighs, and the full moon looks like a gaping hole, which makes me a little sad.

Sometimes I feel like I just want to disappear, because for some reason we yearn for things that are fleeting.
Praise the sentimentalists coasting along the central line, Lord, our futures are the same, on the frozen rails.

Where should we go from now? We are just tiny pieces of space dust anyway.

Hallelujah, may your tomorrow be a wonderful day
I have to make a wish, a shooting star
The moment you start running, the sparks that emit are "now"
All I want is now

My favorite band's CD sings "I'm bored" You're staring out the passenger window with a serious face
The autumn sky is torn apart by a train running on a railway bridge, and the sunset looks like blood gushing out of it. It's kind of scary.

I hope it breaks her heart by singing that she's not alone

Hallelujah, may your tomorrow be a wonderful day
I have to make a wish, a shooting star
The moment that runs through, the spark that is emitted is "now"
All I want is now

It doesn't feel like I'm alive, it's like I'm dreaming of someone
I don't even believe in joy. Even if I'm like this, try living in the present.
Try living

Hallelujah, if my tomorrow drowns in boredom
I want to burn out as a shooting star
The moment that shatters, the spark that is emitted is “now”
All I want is now