※along the line on the wall
linking to your heart
does it end if I pull the plug
how [bad word] in words※

△among the rooftop stains
buds sprout from the dust
I know you can live without me
whistle in the breeze△

along the line on the wall
winding to the top
vines climb madly city lights sadly
 [bad word] back to me

Is it really me writing this to you
Is it the real you sending this to me

you said you're leaving this country soon
I know it doesn't matter to us
but somehow I feel so sad today
It's not about you going away

among the rooftop trees
sky is wet & grey
I know you can live without me
whispers in the breeze

Is it really me writing this to you
maybe it's the real but only a part of me
Is it the real you writing this to me
maybe it's all lies
but it's alright