All these years, I have been tied down.
Carrying a heavy burden, wandering in this world
I tried, but I still couldn't open the lock.
Slowly get through fatigue.
How many times have you doubted me in the sea?
Is this life?
Facing thousands of kinds of torture on the road
What was originally cheerful also turned into silence.
We are in this era.
Live like dust.
Ideals float in the wind and disperse in the sea of people.
I hope the warm wind will blow.
You can be the master of others
But now there is only helplessness.
We are in this era.
If you don't fight, you will be eliminated.
How many times have I woken up crying in my dream?
See through all kinds of life.
It's another year when flowers bloom and fall.
The most helpless and beloved person is gone.
How many times have you doubted me in the sea?
Is this life?
Facing thousands of kinds of torture on the road
What was originally cheerful also turned into silence.
We are in this era.
Live like dust.
Ideals float in the wind and disperse in the sea of people.
I hope the warm wind will blow.
You can be the master of others
But now there is only helplessness.
We are in this era.
If you don't fight, you will be eliminated.
How many times have I woken up crying in my dream?
See through all kinds of life.
It's another year when flowers bloom and fall.
The most helpless and beloved person is gone.
We are in this era.
Live like dust.
Ideals float in the wind and disperse in the sea of people.
I hope the warm wind will blow.
You can be the master of others
But now there is only helplessness.
We are in this era.
If you don't fight, you will be eliminated.
How many times have I woken up crying in my dream?
See through all kinds of life.
It's another year when flowers bloom and fall.
The most helpless and beloved person is gone.
Lyrics meaning
The lyrics of this era mainly express the praise of love in the 1980 s and 1990 s. Lovers are ignorant and shy, and the happiest thing is to snuggle up to each other. That time was a time worthy of nostalgia! It means there is no telephone in that place.
The state of adults is probably that they are tired and wronged, trying to please life, climbing into the abyss while collapsing, and trying to heal themselves. They yearn for the era when there is no high-speed express train in the sunshine, and people can only contact through letters, a kind of pure love expressed in words.