Which story have we left?
You think it means something
But you are one of them
And world can live without you
It seems like we twirled in the film
And we will never be processed
And shutter will scroll us again and again
Memorizing the same pictures
Coil will scroll us from time to time
We are spoiled by the light
Someday. someone will find us in the old stuff
In hopes to remember the old times
But we won't be there
We didn't find any place to stay
We didn't find any place to be