That I walk an sual town,suddenly,that smell You look back,but you aren’t there One oneself makes twist will be a proper thing disagreeably My misunderstanding? My imagination? From where to where? It isn’t understood Still l,today this,I smell and make them twist When there even is this smell,blindness is also fine for me That smell to which you return time in a moment The magic with which the past and the future are connected Blank 8 years are like yesterday at all But they’ll come tomorrow My misunderstanding? My imagination? From where to where? It isn’t understood I’m breaking in this way I’m disappearing I know that it’s worthless from first Still I lived Still l,today this,I smell and make them twist When there even is this smell,blindness is also fine for me I’m breaking in this way I’m disappearing I know that it’s worthless from first Still I lived