Having survived within pitch-black darkness,
the outside seems to
have overflowed in flashes
The creator who'd wished
for parallel lines is a reminder
I turn around and am attacked by illusions, it's painful
While pretending to be innocent, I had clung on
A lost child falling in the end,
being shaken off by groups of people
My handicap has always been the same,
Crammed into a cylinder with blind sensations,
my heart pounding from the spectacle
throwing out my "self"
While wanting equal freedom,
before we knew it, we were lost
While wanting a just solution,
even if we tried clinging onto gods
Words alone are
vague and incomplete
I realized I'd lost sight of them,
It was too late,
they were already painted out with black,
My wings don't have worth for living, do they?
Where does the struggling, setting sun go?
My breath and voice are white and gray
It was too late,
they were already repainted black,
going past my blurring eyeline
The compass's interference is piercing terribly through me,
There was not one thing left
that I could believe in
Even the threshold between heaven and earth disappeared, a situation where even the wind's direction changed
In the egotists of erosion,
they're now being swallowed
and disappearing
Emotion no longer exists, the clouds are muddied, goodbye
Even under these circumstances,
you turn voice to ash
I actually still want to fly,
I actually still want to fly
my instinct still won't disappear
White faintly reached out
Words alone are
vague and incomplete
but necessary at times
「I haven't yet
fallen or anything like that, so
so it’s okay to follow this light to the sign」
Where does the struggling, setting sun go?
My breath and voice are white and white
Already,
my beating existence's
wings are slightly dirtied spirits
Escaping the city,
passing over the land,
tearing through the waves,
being struck by the wind,
becoming light