What's true and what's false
Only afterimages of reality and imaginary

Revolting against the age of fluctuation
My friends disappear one by one

Now I stand here alone
Without wanting anything
While everything changes
My territory will last forever

Even if the world turns away from me
I wish myself to protect me

What's you and what's me
Standing in the middle of reality and imaginary

The empires of each other keep their doors wide open
People who don't know where to look, who do they vent their anger on?

I'm tired of it
I'm sick of it
Morning is coming
Tomorrow is coming

Now I lie here alone
Having no power to stand
Everyone changes
But my days are too late
Even if the world turns away from me
I want me to protect myself

A misfit in an age of fluctuation
Locked in its false memories

Now I sleep here alone
To see the next part of the dream
Everyone changes
But my days are too late

Age of fluctuation
Age of confusion