While I’ve lost my shaken sense of reality
Where will my sentiments, piling up like rubble, go?
At the end of crumbled emotions, what do I see? What exists? I still don’t know
All fleeting futures simply kept spreading silently in front of my eyes
Light and shadows vanished; what the last words
Wished for was tomorrow alone; where does it exist in this reality?
Over the crumbling scenery, what do I know? What do I hear? I can’t see anymore
I’ll simply keep silently choosing the single fleeting future in front of my eyes