Onaji Heya

Behind me, buildings painted on a screen
My moving shadow reflecting
Waving from the air conditioning we call 'spring breeze'

In the corner of the room
A sea of plastic bottles
A toy train spins round and round

In a closed room I'm suffocating

I just spend my time pretending not to notice
I open the door discretely and get out

The toy train derails
The light in the room goes out

On the other side of the door is the same room
And again the same room, over and over...

The same room
The same room
The same room
The same room
The same room
The same room