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Verse 1)
I am still in pain every day, at night I am bored
I do not know how many sunrises I have seen, but I feel dizzy nevertheless
I cannot be comforted, it seems like I cannot become The Little Prince((Reference to Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince; where the prince is comforted by the narrator when he is worried that the sheep drawn on paper might eat his rose.))
That is right, I could not become him, I am mentally all grown-up. Little, prince
A cold wind passes through the cracks of the closed door
Even when I think I blocked all gaps, it seems like I have not done so yet
What squeezes through every time and bothers me is nothing other than: people
I belonged to them, but above all I am annoyed and bothered
All this is a contradiction; I live in a house built by people
and wear clothes and eat food and listen to music and write lyrics
I write lyrics, while I write lyrics I feel
I want to be alone; all this is a contradiction
I sit still in front of the door and imagine what is outside of it
I cannot just keep thinking about it forever, but I cannot handle it right away
Was this door not built to be closed?
In the end it was opened but am I still on the inner side of this door?
Hook x4)
Please open the door
but
I don’t have a door handle,
door handle
Verse 2)
Since when has it been like this? Since a very long time ago,
even before then, from the beginning, the curtain of separation has been drawn close
Drawing back, I hoped to find a shelter but instead found a dead-end place
I frown deeply and move forward again
Walking foot after foot, I have come in front of the door again
Even though I try to escape, the wind blows around me anyway
It is completely evident that I am standing in front of the door
One step, well, I do not feel like going there at all
“Open, open the door,” although these are simple words
I cannot help but scowl. You talk as a matter of course
but I am not part of your daily life, why do you talk as a matter of course?
What you have as a matter of course are, for example, well, your arms and legs
Those are not things you naturally have, I am saying that
it is not an issue you can talk about so simply, do you understand?
Right, this sophistry is an excuse of a coward with the door in front of them
but at the same time it is the disease I have had since birth
Hook x6)