Tokyo

The day has come when I have to leave this room where I'm so used to ink. I'm still confused about my new journey

I sent an email to a friend on the bus to the station

I tried calling on the platform in the morning, but something felt different

I brought an old guitar, left all my photos behind

I guess it's a repetition of letting go of something and then gaining something

Being strong always leads to dreams, but if you become timid then it will end there

As the train started to move, I started to cry a little

I hoped that the city outside my window would never change

The guy who gave me that old guitar said Tokyo was scary

I've stopped searching for answers, it's okay to be full of mistakes

The red sunset shines on the building, even if I hold back my tears

The next morning comes, and sometimes we get lost on every journey

I know that I can't always choose the right thing