I walk, walk along famous steps
Sticking, sticking to a meager pace
As I think about answers in an unexplored tower
Erected since I-don't-know-when
A culture which speaks, speaks in writing
Laughs and laughs at jokes never-before-told
I go on an eventful journey as a slight copycat
Of a cynosure Madonna
They built a shopping mall
Across the commercial district
It's a lot more convenient now
Though I can't buy Chu-PETs anymore
The idol I used to adore
Had become a mother
At the station in the next town
I wept in celеbration
That is
Not what one would call a miracle
I feel
Hencе why I'm trying to name it
I pass, pass the time with unopened eyelids
As fleeting longings pile up, pile up
I enjoy the year I reach adulthood
With nothing but a bunch of documents
The things that don't vanish remain, remain
I close my eyelids and go back, go back
To thinking about the spick and span view
Of my dream closet
Aah...
That is
Not what one would call a miracle
I believe
It's stupid, really
Overlapping skies fall, fall
And sour fruits ripen, ripen
The inverted tower of the future
Remind me of you
I hide, hide my tears of joy
As my parachute once again opens, opens
My sunday best turned to two
As I think about tomorrow!
Aah...