The sleep of the utility pole, ooh
The yawn of the main road, ooh
The drowsy vending machine, ooh
Gently playing its tune
The blinking of the traffic light, ooh
The sharp gaze of the streetlight, ooh
The activities spilling from the window, ooh
Shining brightly
Here is the dance floor, the silver screen, the stage
I'm the star, the scriptwriter, and the director
Look, step like, singing like Broadway
If it's a mirror ball, it's the full moon above the clouds
I'm a stranger, stranger, a once-in-a-lifetime meeting
Then shut down, the eyes of the people passing by
The night view of 120 yen that I just inhaled
A can of coffee in my hand, again, again
The clock hands are beckoning towards tomorrow,
But we still don't pay any attention
A brief lost time
I want to set off on a journey to fill this pitch-black blank
If I'm going to do it, I want to grab your hand, yeah
Choose a path different from usual, yeah
Escorting you down this runway, yeah
The asphalt red carpet, yeah
The street trees standing neatly, yeah
Envious of us, yeah
The siren heard from afar, yeah
The croaking of the bullfrog turns into applause, yeah
The sleep of the utility pole, ooh
The yawn of the main road, ooh
The drowsy vending machine, ooh
Gently playing its tune
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The blinking of the traffic light, ooh
The sharp gaze of the streetlight, ooh
The activities spilling from the window, ooh
Shining brightly
The rusty sign stands tall
The "retired" poster rolls up its sleeves
The abandoned bicycle sulks
It gives us the finger
The surveillance camera is absent-minded
The convex mirror knows everything
The coin locker holds secrets
The payphone wants to talk
The iron bones of the dragon rise
The sky gets a little smaller again
The bored arcade turns over
The shutters facing each other dream and wake
The wind tickles, the empty can laughs
The discarded cigarette butt slumps down
Looking for its lost half
The lonely work glove cries
The sleep of the utility pole, ooh
The yawn of the main road, ooh
The drowsy vending machine, ooh
Gently playing its tune
The blinking of the traffic light, ooh
The sharp gaze of the streetlight, ooh
The activities spilling from the window, ooh
Shining brightly
In just a few hours, the magic will melt away
I don't wanna know
When the sun shines, it's already... alone
Not wanting to realize
That I am me
In just a few hours, the magic will melt away
I don't wanna know
When the sun shines, it's already... alone
Not wanting to realize
That I am me