I want to spent my days
Smells the ocean
Watching the sunrise goes by
Changing into sun set
Behind scribble words
of Murakami
Everysingle day
I want to spent my days
Worrying on
Whether Samsa will find his love
Or Tsukuri find his way back to his peers
Will Sumire found her forever sputnik eventually
?
I 'd rather to worry on them
Instead of
Instead of
Instead of
Dealing with all the things
Dwelling in my mind
If I could just translate it
Into words
Guess that Murakami would be proud
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