The smell of summer oranges leaking from my bag The sound of the departure bell on the underground platform In the tunnel where the train runs someone's ideal view is flowing When the familiar noise disappears I'm allowed to be different The blue sea is so bright There's no room for the real me The windowpane loosens the strings in my chest That's why I travel as a refugee Whenever I walk on concrete I hide behind my black hat in the narrow sky the plane clouds that linger like scratches Tomorrow's passengers in the rain that never gets wet The bright white sun that makes my neurons ripple I change the light so that I don't get bored The blue sea is so bright There is no room for my reflection in reality The window glass loosens the strings in my chest That's why I go on a journey, like a refuge Where shall I go this time? The world is not far away, you can always create it A Mobius circle where the two sides blend If I can keep running on the circle I'll never look away I won't turn my eyes away The boredom I was trying to tame I kicked away the boredom I was trying to tame and the wind started to blow The morning sky at the end of the journey Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)