World, you change, it hurts.

Without the future—

yes—yes—immovable change—

I wait for the universe.

Without the future

to take our love away,

I wait for—the universe—

to make it clean and dull.

To take our love away

we live in no country,

make it clean and dull,

unlearn control, which is not truth.

We live in no country.

Yes—yes—immovable change.

Unlearn control, which is not truth:

world, you change, it hurts.