When I got back along my road,
Upon returning to my own path,

All the trees had come out the screen.
The world around me seemed to have bloomed,

Nobody called for many days.
Days passed in isolation and silence,

I was left in my little world.
Alone in my own bubble,

Lived through the smell of painted floors,
Surviving on the scent of fresh paint,

Echoing the sound.
Listening to nothing but echoes,

Off running water through the pipes,
Only the sound of flowing water to be heard,

And posters falling down.
Watching posters peeling off the walls,

When I woke up the second day,
On the second day of my new reality,

All the noises have disappeared.
All sounds vanished into the void,

Down the street I chose a path,
I picked a random direction and walked,

And walked to the end of it.
Walking until the road came to an end,

Of all the words you sent to me,
Out of all the messages you've sent,

There was one that I couldn't bear.
One that was too painful to endure,

One that for me meant everything,
A message that held great significance for me,

I think you got mixed up with care,
I believe it was a mistake rather than intention,

Taking care, taking care.
Maybe a misplaced attempt at being careful,

Live on the island.
Live in a solitary world,

Live on the island.
Embrace being alone on this island of my own,

Live on the island.
Accept that isolation is now my reality,

Live on the island.
And learn to survive in this new world.