I have something that everyone is looking for,
but only a few find.
I have to get out of here.
To go to another day, another time...
to another world.
There are too many people and objects here.
something is beating wrong, scratching and squeezing.
I feel the arrhythmia of this world.
I'm tired.
I lost you again today.
myself.
I was in a hurry, obeying the law of gravity.
I almost made it, but I was deceived.
this world spat me out here,
into a small room with wooden walls and sand curtains on the windows.
You know, if I never make it to you (although that's impossible, of course),
you won't notice it.
You're so right..
you are controlled by the style of clothing, the style of behavior..
And I'm used to breaking the rules.
You put me on the bookshelves. On other people's bookshelves.
It's all dictionaries and Japanese on the left edge.
For me, the whole world is smiling with your smile.