Balloon

The rusty green of the park
Tied to the roots of the fence
The lemon-colored balloon is my heart
I have nowhere to go
I’m drifting here alone

Even if I’m a bit conspicuous
My mind is harmless and harmless at the same time
I don’t care about principles or claims, rights or duties
I don’t care
I’m just blowing in the wind

I don’t think someone has tied me up
I was someone who was tied by someone who was me
And now the someone has become me
That’s just the tale

Always the sun won’t shine into the depths of our bodies
People live with the night hidden inside their bodies.
For example, in the middle of the day at the scramble intersection on Main Street
There are as many nights as there are people gathered together
Imagine that.

Night is not a tasteless stranger that comes when the sun goes down
but rather
It’s a loving child cuddled close to you
Yes, A child to love, imagine

I’m telling you such a mundane fact because
Next to the balloon, you are releasing an imaginary little bird into the sky. Crying.
The reason for your tears is what the JKs are talking about
at McDonald’s in a faraway land.

The sandbox is a social gathering place
The slide is a place to cheer
And the balloons tied to the fence
And good-bye (sayonara) is a wind that blows somewhere

If you’re afraid of the dark
There’s not much I can do
I’ve got a little extra string wound around me
Let the balloons move a little closer to the sky
And you may try to reach out your hand

And the sun will shine through your fingertips
I hope just a little deeper into your body