GLAY

Jumping out into this city
I have no attachment to it
I have no memories of it
There's nothing good about it
A woman who's chafed by a job that she hates
Can't really do anything about it
Society these days, and this cut off world
Aren't sad about anything
And carefree me just goes out

Wake up, wake up

A downpour, the rainy highway
My soul burns, without a tomorrow infected with thrill
No matter where, anywhere we go
The unease that crosses my mind changed into excitement

Beats so lonely way
Beats so lonely way
Beats so lonely way

When I flip throught he pages of a weekly publication
People are of 4 types of personalities
According to Big Mama
Where has my personality gone?
I can't help being passionate
Whose fault is the tepid wind that blows through the buildings?
I'm going to dive into the midsummer sea
In my clothes, just like this

Wake up, wake up

It's in vain, but it's my way
Anyway, we, who have been abandoned
Are besotted drunks
Salvage is what we vommit up
Raising our chins up, and slapping ourselves in the face, we head out into the city

Wake up, wake up

A downpour, the rainy highway
My soul burns, without a tomorrow infected with thrill
No matter where, anywhere we go
The unease that crosses my mind changed into excitement

It's in vain, but it's my way
Anyway, we, who have been abandoned
Are besotted drunks
Salvage is what we vommit up
Raising our chins up, and slapping ourselves in the face, we head out into the city

Beats so lonely way
Beats so lonely way
Beats so lonely way
Beats so lonely way