If pilling up endless nonsense it's all about,
the night breeze I'd like to let start and stop.
Until death I'd play around with you,
boasting no more, there's no time left.

Aah there's no panacea,
a joke not even suited for the fridge,
a forced smile sure will make it last.

Pass through that misty street that block your sight,
in this journey to somewhere break through, yes!
machine sounds, laughable knees, overheating,
in this journey seems there's no right or wrong way!

If recalling dreams with absurd poses it's all about,
the night breeze I'd like to let start and stop.
trivial days I'd like to blast up,
and my quota burn down and trow away.

Aah, that was inappropriate?
I'm just a sarcastic romantic guy,
bring the serious one and fun sure will last.

Pass through that misty street that block your sight,
in this journey to somewhere break through, yes!
machine sounds, laughable knees, overheating,
in this journey seems there's no right or wrong way!