a.m.3:21 [A . m . 3 : 21] [English translation]

Dissolved traces of light, inside a sweet dream

The immediately disappearing time along with life

The scent of autumn flowers on my fluttering dry shirt

Feels just like my bad habit of giving up

Filled with dry wind and sorrow

Was the world that looked bent on the curve mirror

It looked like the neighbours' conversation heard from behind the curtain

A bird perching on the faraway electric line with its clueless face

Gently gulped down lukewarm water into its parched throat.

Dissolved traces of light, inside a sweet dream

The immediately disappearing time along with life

The scent of autumn flowers on my fluttering dry shirt

Feels just like my bad habit of giving up

If I were to melt in the night sky, to the other side of that sweet sweet dream I'd go

Feel the feeling of damaged hair in a room with the lights turned off

You always put on that slightly lonely expression

That seems to know the end of the season

Where it went wrong – I continuously ask that myself

But if I turn around to look back, I only see the bad aftertaste of the past route

Dissolved traces of light, inside a sweet dream

The immediately disappearing time along with life

The scent of autumn flowers on my fluttering dry shirt

Feels just like my bad habit of giving up

• Artist:Yama