Omoide In My Head

Can't sleep, morning comes, staggering back
Inside the empty train, the morning sun dyes everything in a pale purple

Ah, the girl in the uniform, under the bright blue sky and morning sun, so dazzling
I open my thin eyelids, close them, and then open them again

Reality and imagination repeat, and when I realize, there
I walk through the streets, hands in my pockets
There was the 17-year-old me

In my head
Memories in my head

The morning sun is still dazzling
I'm waiting patiently to reclaim myself
Gradually becoming clear, memories in my head drift away

Now, I open my eyes, sinking into the whirlpool of reflection
Push away the me consumed by illusions
Kick it away and just throw it somewhere

In my head
Yeah, in my head
Memories in my head
It's in my head