■The Story of a Certain Shop Manager
Which color would you desire, I wonder?
There's no such thing as a "nonexistent color",
I can give you any one.
Energy-filling yellow,
comforting green,
impassionate red,
cool, calm blue,
pure white,
innocent black.
Color will save you.
That is, if you ever happen to be broken,
「even if it were a lie.」
Beyond an unconsciousness slipping into the darkness,
manufactured emotions were unraveled and blurred
A flower sways in solitude, looking of that color
The ashen world is again blown in the wind...
A pulse beginning to beat continued to connect the future
and burned within the irregularly disturbed flow of time
The sky is colored with a faint pain
and each time it's painted out, I hear a voice
What should I sing of? When I reach towards the sky of deceit,
and each time it's painted out, I hear a voice
What should I sing of? When I reach towards the sky of deceit,
my hand just weakly fades away...
But if the future being inscribed is a lie,
tears will once again come forth, and fall...and it'll be dirtied
and dirtied, dirtied, become dirtied
A small voice and sound being dyed resound
This monochrome-seeming reality is contradictory
Rain falling from the sky dances in opposition to time
Telling lies from certain weakness,
each time I cry and shout, I learn of love
What should I save? When I reach towards the sky of deceit,
each time I cry and shout, I learn of love
What should I save? When I reach towards the sky of deceit,
my hand just weakly fades away...
But if the future becoming completely forgotten is a lie,
tears will once again come forth, and fall...so...it'll be dirtied
and dirtied, dirtied, become dirtied
as strongly as that small voice begins to tremble
And dirtied, dirtied, they'll become dirtied,
tears will once again come forth, and fall, and reach that voice,
singing, protecting, and walking
Let this small voice, something right here, resound