This Is Not

Blonde Redhead

Once she loved a boy.

But he did not love her.

His name was Jun.

Disillusioned she tried to forget.

So she left everything

And traveled to the other side of the world.

But life was like a dream.

A series of meaningless movement.



And then by chance she met

You and your brother.

The moment she saw you.

She knew you were made for her.



You're never out of her thoughts.

She sees only you.



If it was yesterday

He'd felt free just like her

He could have been with her

But today can't be anymore

Tomorrow maybe yes.

But today he is not there.



I heard someone say

That mind keeps wondering

From desire to contempt

From contempt to desire

Never ever feeling bored.

Cause we think we are free.

I think it's so pathetic.

Don't you?

Were you listening to me.

No not even one word.



I heard someone say

That mind keeps wondering

Life is like a dream.

A series of meaningless movement.

I heard someone say

Let's go to the other world

Because we think we are free.

A series of meaningful

Movement



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