In the thunderstorm, your ghost appears again.
It was a night many years ago. You were wearing a broken felt hat, and there was still a faint smell of smoke between your fingers.
You took off your hat and greeted me with your signature smile.
The stars are passing by, time is passing by, and things are getting better and better.
On our corpses everything grows savagely.
This is the best era, the era we have been looking forward to. For this reason, we charge forward without hesitation.
We abandon our former selves and go downstream, waiting for the tide of the times to take us wandering around.