When I was 19 years old
I lived with Gothree Now my age is 25 years old
But I can recall when we had strange things
So easily too easily like in front of my eyes
Oneday friend A came our home
We met our less home
Outside was quite cold weather
We couldn’t turn on heating
‘Cause we didn’t have a lot of money
Inside was quite a bit cold
When cooking time we could turn away coldness
When eating time we could turn out warmness
Gothree said “Hey! How about play a game?”
“This game is to call phantoms.”
Couldn’t fathom him three times
But I was dragged in stupid game, yeah
He brought a little paper
Explained “This is a simple game.”
I didn’t know his aim
I just thought ‘He’s fickle.’
When we drew in paper simple words
When we started simple game
When we finished simple game
Why he had cold sweat
Why he broke out into a cold sweat, sweat
I and A just looked him deathly still, ay
Little by little coming down shadows
Around four corners of wall with
His pale face
He’s gazing floor
He’s not plain eyes
He’s falling into floor
Little by little, ay
Little by little why am I feeling chill
Around me air just bust with
His pale face
He’s gazing floor
He’s not plain eyes
He’s falling into floor
Little by little, yeah
Couldn’t endure inside, yeah
Ran, Ran away outside
A saw some faces through window
Something saw A through window
With throughout chill air
With throughout chill fear
Next day A’s bathroom mirror was broken
Since next day our mess home had strange, yeah
Every moment, in a row
By the run, round the clock
I ran away to my mom’s home
I ran away from mess home, huh
Little by little coming down shadows
Around four corners of wall with
His pale face
He’s gazing floor
He’s not plain eyes
He’s falling into floor
Little by little, ay
Little by little why am I feeling chill
Around me air just bust with
His pale face
He’s gazing floor
He’s not plain eyes
He’s falling into floor
Little by little, yeah