I bite the a little dry hot dog on under sky
The bread waste which spilled is flying in the wind
I strongly step with a muddy accelerator
The scenery which I got used to passes
I pray for a moment in front of the ruins
where I used to play when I was a kid
The cross which was drawn is not changing
with those days

What should I do In this way In this life

The streetlights are lit one by one, and these make a road.
We get old as much as the earth turned around
There is nobody even if I look around it

The rock star in an old poster jumped off a building and died
The hand which I held out in search of the help was caught
in a wall and the music and disappeared

What should I do? In this way In this life

The streetlights are lit one by one, and these make a road.
We get old as much as the earth turned around
There is nobody even if I look around it
Broken sign pointed at the sky
Is this the way where I go to?
My car cannot fly in the sky
It rained a little, and the smell of the world has changed
There is my song there when I look back

The streetlights are lit one by one, and these make a road.
We get old as much as the earth turned around
There is nobody even if I look around it

Broken sign pointed at the sky
Is this the way where I go to?
My car cannot fly in the sky
Is there a heaven if I go down the road?
Can I advance this way?
Plsease teach me if there is God
Does this song reach somebody?
To somebody whom there is earlier of this way