One day I made an escape to the night
ended up being in a convenience store
found a ticket without destination

thought the train would take me to a little farm
but… it was heading to the different direction
with a glass of milk in my hand

the milk tasted differently from one I used to drink
realized that i hadn’t said good bye to anyone in my town
the glass was trying to hold up with the speed

a compartment felt like in-between the reality and the dream
thought I’d received your phone call only the wind was there
thought I’d seen you talking about me never did
thought I’d ordered a pizza for you never arrived

I was floating in my dream which was so fragile
but I should be walking in my life which may be so tough

after a long sleep
somebody tapped my shoulder
saying it’s the final stop

unexpectedly, it was the place I started off
the milk was gone
only the morning air knows how it tasted