Electronica after the rain is the betrayal world The dwellers who approved it The moss that grows in a digital gap is bacteria Somehow, I’ve never seen that no matter what I’ve thrown away my own words for something else I overkilled the feelings Then I lost a part of myself My alter ego is laughing while I stay getting stuck in crowd Until when do I dry? Somehow, I’ve never seen that no matter what I’ve thrown away my own words and myself for something else