Swaying and swaying,
a lost child and eyelids
a figure that's collapsing
a figure that's
co
llapsing
co
lla
psing
Floating language
「Come to my side.」
Floating language
「Come to my side.」
Floating language
「Come to my side.」
Floating language
「Come to my side.」
gazing at one another
Right here,
I can still hear them,
breaths
I can still hear them,
breaths
I can still hear them,
breaths
speeding up and increasing
spe
eding up and
increasing
speeding up and increasing
increasing
overflowing
ov
erflowing
overflowing
words that
just fill the skies seen
ju st fill skies
just fill the skies seen
ju st fill skies
in ideals
in
ideals
ide
in ideals
What do our hearts both desire
in this 「hope」
that we cling onto, crying?
What do our hearts both desire
in this 「hope」
that we cling onto, crying?
In the shining path out,
we entwine our fingers
In the shining path out,
we entwine our fingers
In the shining path out,
we entwine our fingers
We both desire meaning in
detesting this love
offered to us for eternity
At the end, as I stay unrewarded,
please give me a bouquet
It won't cease,
It won't
ce ase,
It won't cease,
floating control
is breaking
Melting and melting,
I found it faintly,
fate
Right here,
The definite memories
which are right here
memories
The definite memories
which are right here
The definite memories
which are right here
escape from my head,
leaking out
The world that'd stopped
my breath
is being filled with the love
is
being filled love
with
is being filled with the love
of ideals
What do our hearts both
desire in a「miracle」
we wish for and cling on to?
What do our hearts both
desire in a「miracle」
we wish for and cling on to?
Within this repeating cause and
effect, I untie this fate
Sometimes, we both desire
meaning to hating the
past which had been born
Sometimes, we both desire
meaning to hating the
past which had been born
At the end, as I stay unrewarded,
please give me a vivid bouquet
They closed their empty eyes
The lost child had grown used
to mistakes
The lost child had grown used
to mistakes
「What do you
see within the hope which you
had clung onto?」
Within those repeated words,
I feel sadness
Fearing that pain
and fearing solitude,
the value of living
Within this repeating cause and
effect, why do people fight one another?
Within the figure that heart drew,
what is being left behind?
At the end, as I stay unrewarded,
please give me a vivid bouquet