Lock
At night, I think about not sleeping at all
When I wake up, I think about not getting up
Day after day, not knowing what to do
Doing everything, yet nothing is remembered
Still telling lies, saying everything will be fine
What I'm thinking about now is forgotten in a blink
What is life? Do you have an answer?
If you don't clean, dust will accumulate
It turns out that doing things is to maintain the status quo
I started crying, life is a lie told by adults
When the laughter of children comes from afar
I don't know why they dance
The things they play with every day don't matter
Can they really be that happy?
The paper windmill hanging in the corner of the kindergarten
Spins and spins in my dreams
It says that days with wind are good
This flow lets me taste the flavor of life
What I don't want to explain is the hardship I understand
If growing up means becoming clear, where is the lost happiness locked away?
When the laughter of children comes from afar
I seem to know why they dance
The things they play with every day don't matter
Can they really be that happy?
The paper windmill hanging in the corner of the kindergarten
Spins and spins in my dreams
It says that days with wind are good
This passing lets me understand the structure of life
What I thought I would remember is forgotten in the wind
What I have said goodbye to, I have also taken seriously
Time slips away from the present, through the gaps between fingers
The pulse of maturity is not as fragile as imagined
I started laughing, time is the lock of happiness
