Kaihouku

In the back alleys of freedom, my soul
Shines all dry and cracked
If I’m gonna curse you, I’d rather
You just softly call my name

With my fingers, I trace my cheekbone again and again

In the back alleys of freedom, sadness
Yells out with a smug face
If the cast of this comedy isn’t enough
I’ll just show my face a little tomorrow

Even if I can’t laugh anymore
With my fingers, I trace my cheekbone again and again

You start running across the shadows
Standing in the circle, I wave my hand
Even if my figure shrinks to a corpse

Emotions spill down my cheeks
Standing in the circle, I wave my hand
With my fingers, I kept
Wiping away the tears

Through the car window past skyscrapers
In the hustle of the factory district
Climbing to the top
Then going down the gentle slope

The scene of grass after a sudden rain
Soaked magazines
An image swelling up

An old parent with no home to return to
A young man with dark eyes
From the top floor of a tower
Paper scraps are scattered

Coins covered in fingerprints
And a horizon full of footprints
Only the place names remain old on the new map

Liberation Zone
Freedom

Start laughing
Start running
Start dancing
Start singing

Start laughing
Start running
Start dancing
Let’s start singing

Liberation!