ありえる
I’m in a sunny spot on my desk on this sluggish afternoon
The letters I write with my pencil
Will surely be beyond oblivion someday
Sunday, Sunday, tick tock, the needle is making progress
Sunday, Sunday, what am I doing?
I wish I could have a break on the last day of the world
It’s very, very calm
I wonder if the evening will be just as lonely as I expected?
It’s always the same there
Considering a day like this,
With the whimsical prose
Locked up inside my notebook, the only thing that remained was a forever-insoluble riddle
Sunday, Sunday, tick tock, the needle is making progress
Sunday, Sunday, what are you doing?
I wish I could have a break on the last day of the world
I would go out somewhere, somewhere
And then only the two of us would play in the amusement park
As if it was always the same
I wish I could have a break on the last day of the world
It’s very, very calm
I wonder if the evening will be just as lonely as I expected?
It’s always the same there
It’s always the same there
It’s always the same here.
