About the electric night

I remember when you said, we have come from different line.

In a book of isolation and sorrow, in a world full of mistreatment.

You are something new and suddenly appear.

When the television makes me frown.

Then I can't escape, I have to choose, and play it like I used to do.

I don't believe Ethos is real, after thorny incident at the Orange field.

Then I remember the roses of Eyam, when rainfall fills my room tonight.

What's next for you and me?

When you get old and faded out, did you still want your friends?

Or just like 'Yuko and Hiro'?

Wareware wa kaisha de, hataraiteru

Itsumo karera ga, mamotte kureru

Then it's connected part by part and stimulated through the heart.

Maybe it's you that I regard.