Use the translated English lyrics below to find the title and artist of the song. Bonus points for providing a video or audio link. A short audio clip is provided as an additional hint, should you need it.
 

Open the box, leisurely, vestiges of the past
Stacks of ticket stubs, beautifully aged
From a show that played on some day, some month, some year
A movie from the last meeting before farewell
The longing for warmth, it’s all printed here

This is my hoarding complex
Since I can’t live in the moment, might as well collect memories
It feels ridiculous, I want to keep everything, afraid of losing it all at once
Those printed words are blurred with age
Just like we will become blurred with age
It's alright, this is the best evidence of our existence

Find that living is not at all easy, it’s very hard to pause the gears
This kind of compulsive hoarding can be fun to play with, it’s just for killing time
Find that living is a big problem, happiness is even harder
This kind of compulsive hoarding lets you reflect on yourself, where you stand

So I sorted out all the wrinkled things
Those things that look like junk, but have more meaning because of my point of view
Thank you for your company, you picked up my worn-out heart
This kind of compulsive hoarding, how long can I keep it up?
Those messy past incidents, still need to box them up

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