The autumn sun is somehow extremely sharp in the scenery passing by.
Everyday life is slow, the meaning of living fearfully
It's like the words of a drunkard
Annoyance that speaks out, self-disclosure that pretends to be a weak voice
Reality is strangely familiar, I don't think I'll get along well with you.

Fearful of other people's judgment, the lonely nights end like a chill to the core.
The impatience that grows as the day ends with “I’ve given up, I’ve given up”
``Welcome back.'' Your smile answered with a quick reply and a yawn.
I want to repay you somehow, a light secretly lights up in my heart.

Tokyo Tokyo, please choose only me
There was nothing I could do, I cried at the cheap hotel, feeling so worthless.
If only the value of getting drunk and laughing and sharing would continue.
I can go home with a smile again tomorrow

"I'm home"

Where I get stuck is knowing tomorrow, stumbling through the smooth days
There's no place I'm headed, and I'm not sure where I'll be in the future.
Where I get stuck is knowing tomorrow, stumbling through the smooth days