Voiceover: How many people have lost to reality in the stumbling along the way. Originally thought that ideals and love could all be realized, it was later regained in a chicken feather.
You think he'll be waiting for you where he is.
You think --
He will be waiting for you where you are.
But
He is now snuggled up next to another woman;
Live happily and contentedly.
You've forgotten about him.
But on drunken nights,
He grows savagely in the depths of your memory and lingers.
Originally, you thought that you could love him very well;
You're on a different railcar.
You are powerless to retain, nor can you tell the story of the past;
Only a field of chicken feathers was left.
The lights are dimmed
Now you live a plain and happy life,
Indulge in a willingness to transcend the past;
Ideals are sometimes far and close to you.
You'd rather the ideal and reality be a conflicting event,
Accompany you on your toes throughout your lifetime.
You are in every morning and night,
Interpret the past and future of dreams and lucidity.
Live your mutilated life vigorously,
Have you ever regretted it.
Or the ideal has raised a high banner,
Reality is shrinking in the shell.
At this moment, you are so awake and so vague;
The past and the future appear black and white in your eyes.
What did it mean in the past,
Now, what are you looking for again.
The future is far away;
But – so desirable.
———'re done
Meditate