Balloon
Thousands of countless balloonsAre slowly drifting up from the groundInto a rainbow-colored wildernessOur aging selves were there
The greenery and the memories;Their imprints refuses to leave us
This place is the latest countryWe are lonely EinsteinsEveryone is speaking without lending their earsBut everyone believed itWhen we thought were all just about finished
This place is grandpa and grandma's countryIt seemed like it was a long and ordinary childhoodEven if you come out of the tunnel there is a larger one within
How long has it been since we've been stuck here?
Close your eyes and shut your earsSomeone's temperature was also forgottenA wandering and crumbling machineAnd yet,The gears are still ticking and revolving
Scattering metal dust,Ticking and revolving
Close your eyes and shut your ears,We are lonely EinsteinsIn the quivering dark of nightThis may be the beginning,All of the signs are being shown
We can't ignore it for longYou are a lonely EinsteinA daydreaming springtime machineThis is really the beginning!This place is in the middle of history
This place is in the middle of historyTicking and revolving