Great walls push us from behind
Mirrors stand idle in front of us
I see cars changing lanes from the window aside
Here we are, being crushed between ourselves and the images that once belonged to us

The shining image of the future I expected to see ahead
The band, I brought to chain a blurry future
But, the image dripped suddenly into a well from my head
The future spread and the band instead tied my flying nature

I never saw myself to live a thousand years again
So, again, I forgot to make the first moment begin