毎日暮らしていく中で考えていたこと

A girl was standing behind a red postbox.
She made me melancholy then.
So I dropped the letter into it without an addressee.
If I were to tell you the whole truth, you would be mazed.

A boy was walking across the blue bridge.
He made me nostalgic then.
So I thought he has to act as an intermediary between the two parties.
Were I he, I would abandon all.

There was a gold night view in front of me.
It made me artificial.
So I hated everything and I felt isolated among lights.
But for the moon, people might not like the lights of night.

There was a puddle on my way.
It made me fluffy suddenly.
So I was in the clear puddle.
If I should fail, tomorrow would come to you.