Lost again and again,
Or trapped,
In this foggy city,
There are countless roads,
But can't find a way home,
They all become your obstacles,
There are countless houses,
But can't find a place to stay,
They all become your obstacles,
There are countless men and women,
But can't find a true friend,
They all become your obstacles,
In fact, there is nothing here,
But you keep searching,
What are you looking for?
★ The foggy city, roads, houses, men and women, countless in number, but they all become your obstacles. You are trapped in them, futilely searching, getting lost again and again. I often dream of wanting to go home, but then I get lost on the way home or get held back by other things.