I laid down and the sunlight became powder, drying my moist eyes
A black ant is on my arm like a freckle but I don’t brush it off

It is the only thing that is next to me
Will you climb up my arm and go into my earphones and listen to my song together?

In Urban Green, am I being comforted? Will the blueness make me forget everything?
In Urban Green, will I be able to deeply fall asleep? If only you were here when I opened my eyes

It is the only thing that is next to me
Will you climb up my arm and go into my earphones and listen to my story together?

In Urban Green, am I being comforted? Will the blueness make me forget everything?
In Urban Green, will I be able to deeply fall asleep? If only you were here when I opened my eyes

In Urban Grey, why am I more comfortable here? The familiar indifference, the egoism that is just right
In Urban Grey, I can fall deeply asleep here because it feels like you have left forever