Tobikau kioku to kuroikumo
Sabaku ni hajikete kieru
Hikaru PURAZUMA TV
Kitaru mirai no eizou.
Manaita no koi wa sono saki wo omoi ukabete wa nemuru
Hikaru PURAZUMA TV kitaru mirai no eizou
Furi yamanu ame wa nokisaki de kodoku ni awasete haneru
Botan hitotsu de tensou kitaru mirai no souzou suru.
Kakikeshite shimawanai you ni
Futatsu no kuroi me ga yoru ni kagayaite mo
Fuyu no setsugen ni udaru entenka
Niburu hifu kankaku
Boku wo wasure naide yo.
Ima tomoshibi ga koko de shizuka ni kieru kara
Kimi ga tashikamete
Tada tachitsukusu boku no yowasa to aosa ga
Hibi wo kake nukeru.
321 Jyouhou ga sakusou
Shinjitsu wa shiranai
Genjyou to gensou no tanjyou
Ashita to sono ashioto
321 Kanjyou no bousou
Genjitsu wa nigetai
Souzou to mousou no kondou
Hai te suteru mono.
Ima wo kakikeshite shimawanai you ni
Kimi no ka hosoi te ga yowaku habataite mo
Fuyu no setsugen ni udaru entenka.
Niburu hifu kankaku
Boku wo wasure naide yo.
Hiraku kyori
Tokeru sekai
Owari to hajimari wo nagashita namida de
Niji mu ao
Yowai itami.
Ima tomoshibi ga koko de shizuka ni kieru kara
Kimi ga tashikamete
Tada tachitsukusu boku no yowasa to aosa ga
Hibi wo kake nukeru
Sousa nandomo.
[Translation]
Fluttering memories and black clouds
Disappear as they're shot forth into the desert
A shining Plasma TV, images of the coming future.
A carp on the chopping board considers its fate as it lays asleep
A shining Plasma TV, images of the coming future
Falling rain splashing down the front of the house
Meets with loneliness as it hits the floor
A single tap of the forward button
Brings about images of the coming future.
As if the scars of my disappearance were forgotten
Two black eyes shine through the night
The world boils away under the winter snow
Numbing my sense of touch
Don't forget me.
Now, as the lamplight here becomes dull in the silence
You check to make sure
Here, as I stand exhausted, my weakness against the blue
Runs through the day.
3-2-1, entangled information, I still don't know the truth
The birth of fantasy and reality, footsteps for tomorrow
3-2-1, runaway emotions, reality wants to escape
The confusion of imagination and delusion, to be swept away.
As if the loss of this moment was forgotten
Your slender hands still manage to weakly flutter
The world boils away under the winter snow
Numbing my sense of touch
Don't forget me.
The distance opens up
The world dissolves
Tears of the beginning and end flow
Blurred blue
Weak pain.
Now, as the lamplight here becomes dull in the silence
You check to make sure
Here, as I stand exhausted, my weakness against the blue
Runs through the day
That's right, over and over again.
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