sunday morning
all alone
i set out to search
in a world drawn out of
the picture book i read
the day before yesterday

outside is whitening
it'll illuminate me someday
soon i really must go,

i get on a bus with its paint peeling off
with an unnatural grin on my face
and on the wall to my right side
those four words i hate are
joggling
look,

outside is whitening
it'll illuminate me someday
soon i really must go,

"farewell."
from atop a building, i
threw away all the shredded photographs
acting silly and waving my hand
enclosed in orange-colour, i mutter

outside is whitening
it'll illuminate me someday
soon i really must go,

"farewell."
from atop a building, i
threw away all the shredded photographs
acting silly and waving my hand
enclosed in orange-colour, i muttered

as if it was all along a lie
my place in this world
is gone
and, hated by everyone

forever and ever

i'll mutter in my orange-coloured world