Aster

“…gather at 309…” The doctor has been shot An Anti-Trojan agreement? I wasn’t made to execute something like that The city pop from a 100 years ago is the theme song of the streets of neon Now it’s become literally just the NPCs and us The dream-colour in the neon tubes; I wish papa and mama could notice it There’s no need to worry, Aster I'm a healthy seventeen-year-old A neon, captured by the city In other words, it’s a fantasy; A fairy tale A non-fiction will only have a fly in the ointment A phantasmal fantasy Once you tire of it, it’s the end So, be careful not to dream too much With an artificial wire frame, I held a special presentation Now in sweet dreams forever, people couldn’t see a thing anymore Having a job, meeting mama, buying a house, buying a heart; I’ve only been planted into a pure, white body In these unstable eyes, I even forget papa and mama’s smiles The Aster was an illusion Seems like it was all a sham Everyone’s breath was taken away by the neon A lone fantasy needs no tears Just this sensation alone is mine A dream-coloured fantasy Papa won’t notice, he can’t With this, it’ll be my last night A broken fantasy A broken fantasy Goodbye fantasy This lonely dream as well; It’s because this is non-fiction that I feel lonely Seems like both dreams and our ordinary lives were the same; fakes So till you reach the land of the underworld, please be careful