化粧 施し 夜更かし
I find myself all alone with me next to you, but you don’t.
It’s too late.
You find yourself in a grotesque dream.
I’m longing for the sky standing overhead
with sidelong glance at time.
You’re looking down on the sky.
I tried to think about your tears and smiles all through the night.
But anyway you are brutally who you are.
The view of the town from his window is
always bound hand and foot and stagnant and dark.
That girl drunk in her shadow in a looking glass
who is pitiful to see.