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Verse 1)
A dream is like a fully blown-up balloon
Anyone becomes a child in front of it
Hm, but people seem to be a bit scared of holding it
They’re scared it might pop, that they’d accidentally let go of it, or that it could lose air
So, first, they tie the moderately blown-up dream
I’m not sure if that is really yours
I wonder how many people have actually held this long string before me
Meanwhile, I’m far from how I felt in the beginning
It’s not that I’m not being earnest
I’m not arrogant, nor do I posses a lot
I’m not trying to play a bit and slip away
Hm, but that doesn’t mean everything is bad
Uh, if a tempting promise came to me?
I said I don’t sell my soul
I open the door of my hand-sized world and go out
but even though I blink, everything is still pitch-black
Hook)
I think only I love you now (I think I love)
I think only I am left here now (I think I’m left here)
I think everything ends after testing waters, flirting, the touch of a fingertip (I think everything ends)
I think everyone leaves after holding hands, kissing, and doing it once (I think everyone leaves)
Verse 2)
I think everyone left this place
Well, I guess that’s natural because time is ticking
Could it be it’s only me getting it all wrong?
What if it’s the opposite and I’m the only one who left?
Uh, uh, what I wanted to say was
someone just doesn’t want to lose the word ‘dream’
Once a year, it meets the eyes of me who is standing still
This fellow that goes on dusty guitar strings in the storage
Ah, memories are nothing but romantic
and the you of your memories is deceiving the you now
The lump of reality that’s tied in a corner in the dark night
smells like the blade of a knife
After the one picture-perfect night ends
in which I took out all my longing, that’s grown stiff
in front of the dream I met as if I was running away,
I easily say “It’s nothing but a bit** that doesn’t cost money”
Hook)