• The day has come when I will leave the room I’m so used to living in
    My new journey is still disorienting me

    On the bus to the station
    I emailed my friend

    On the platform in the morning, I tried calling too
    But it felt like something had changed

    I’ve brought one old guitar with me
    I’ve left all my photos behind

    Letting something go and then gaining something new
    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

    As the train began to move
    I cried a little

    I prayed that the road that spread out outside the window
    Wouldn’t change

    The person who gave me the old guitar
    Said he was afraid of Tokyo

    I’ve stopped looking for answers
    It doesn’t matter if I make mistake after mistake

    The red sunset is cut up by the buildings
    I hold back my tears

    But the beginning of each new morning
    Will bring confusion for me, won’t it?

    I can’t only choose the right things
    That much I know