Another Fighter

On a Sunday morning drink a cup of coffee
And think about everything you can let go of
The games in the Steam library are still waiting for you to discover them in the corner
Occasionally, wonderful things run to you when you least expect it
But your hands are occupied because the spear and shield have already taken over everything
I don't want to be a warrior, I just want to be a child
Put down the weapon and pick up the toy
When you cling to your weapon
Knorrig on your bed is slipping away from you
Actually, you can retrieve everything you've lost
The yo-yo in your hand can also become your world
But you can't even pick it up anymore
Your arm has become accustomed to the weight
When you put down the weapon
When you put down the weapon
When you put down the weapon
Put down the weapon
I know you can never give up the heavy weapon in your hand
But you always remind yourself that your hand is going to break
Quickly put down your weapon
Put down your weapon
Put down your weapon
Put down your weapon
Today, you remind me again to be careful not to be eaten by monsters
I ask you if you can give me a plane ticket for tomorrow now
When you wake up one day and find yourself lying in a beautiful place
But another sensitive, fragile, and thin shadow
Is still on that battlefield