This is not the stage

This is not the stage

no spotlight

The curtain will never come down again

no audience and flowers

No tears or cheers

──There may have been a few scattered ticket stubs

fly to the background

But it shouldn't be the youth I sold

still not so long ago

you claim he is them

You make many crystal lamps together

make reality gorgeous

false

when they hang in front of my eyes

I do feel dreamy

But please allow me to repeat

This is not the stage

those colorful and fragile replicas

Not the love I deserve