Post by sonja on Mar 3, 2008 10:24:05 GMT -5
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01 hat.red. dip.it
02 naizou mic
03 namida drop
04 ghost
05 puppet talk
06 namae no nai hana
07 37°C
08 cage for rent
09 sanbika
10 sentiment machine
11 kuuchuu buranko
12 last waltz
1. hat.red.dip.it
who's the pollutor?
my nails have grown too long
i gnaw on them; i throw up
i kill my voice
my ink is spilled
my prayers are drowning
the trap of the sinister moon
is bottomless
chase me even further
seize my hand gently
and melt my frozen heart
i'm sure i was laughing
always empty
i'm right here, please find me
hello, hello, hello
who's the liar?
your codes are jarring
your lips are moving
poison to poison
chase me even further
seize my hand gently
and melt my frozen heart
i'm sure i was laughing
always empty
i'm right here, please find me
hello, hello, hello
chase me even further
seize my hand gently
and melt my frozen heart
i'm sure i was laughing
always empty
i'm right here, please find me
chase me even further
what colour have i become?
i'm sure i was laughing
i'm blurring; please find me
hello, hello, hello
2. naizou mic
a wavering field of vision - what's cut is the scattered prism
piercing transparently, and opening a hole in the heart*
sentimentality, with a rental* - and if welcomed - with a delay,
has come to gnaw deep in the ears*; lively solitude
a blurry field of vision - what's turned is the scattered kaleidoscope
inhumanity and laughter - bind them up with rose thread*
sentimentality* is burning trash, changing neatly into ash
in spite of the insensitivity, "i love." struggles
romance, love affairs, bullshit, wreckage, desertation, bluffs
liking and disliking, logic, cruelty - adding onto the limits of the lines of fate
the shriek of the internal organ microphone and the SOS of the tangled tape
even if i cry, laugh and go insane, it's probably whimsical
the circuit of sorrow deteriorates, and seems to be panicking; the SOS -
with the feelings that cannot be deciphered, it just distorts* --
reality, timidity, pain, illusion, relationships, the setting of teeth on edge*
melancholy, virus, abandonment, complication, high fever, irregular pulse
smog, cloudy sky, angels - stopping in mid-air, falling and crashing
questioning, silence, absence of response, iron trash, the gravestones of buildings
the shriek of the internal organ microphone and the SOS of the tangled tape
even if i cry, laugh and go insane, it's probably whimsical
the circuit of sorrow deteriorates, and seems to be panicking; the SOS -
with the feelings that cannot be deciphered, it just distorts --
the explosion of the internal organ microphone and the SOS of the tape torn to pieces
the shouting and yelling and calling are again imploring
in the wild running of the circuit of sorrow, the SOS response of hot tears -
with the feelings that cannot be deciphered, it just distorts --
3. Namida drop
isn't it / evening / fall / the streets of glass / there remain completely forgotten things
again, in the depths of my heart, the voice that resonates is you / i must push firmly away - without seeming to shatter - the thoughts
addressing so fittingly the names / conveying so fittingly the names / in a planet spinning round and round / you and i / how we'd met
if the tears fall, what will disappear? / when the goodbyes melt, i wonder what will be left?
the thoughts that do not become words / for the sake of equality / dry with a chill and / it's only a little bitter
already / dusk / jammed thoughts / the streets of cellophane / infinite farewells exchanged in the midst of light
after that finger was cut / the liar's finger / because a fine split was made it hurts even now, a little
i pick up the scattering sketches with both hands in a confusion / it isn't alike / your face
when the tears fall, i suppose i'll be forgetting? / if the despair melts, i suppose i shall be able to see adequately?
the trembling haze in a shining universe / dry with a chill and / vanishing hands / grip
from the moon the blown compositions of the wind are disappearing but / reaching to you as though in hallelujah
isn't it / i wonder in where and what are you doing at this moment / tell me
if the tears fall, what will disappear? / when the goodbyes melt, i wonder what will be left?
the thoughts that do not become words / for the sake of equality / dry with a chill and / vanishing / look
for example / even if there is no other way for the world to be made without nonsense and lies / i'll probably not worry
somewhere on this star i'm singing and / somehow on this star you're smiling
Namida drop
in the evening, the fall - in the streets of glass - there remain the entirely-forgotten things, don't there?
once again, the voice that resonates* within the depths of my heart is you - i must push firmly away this thought* without seeming to shatter it
the apt* addressing of names, the apt conveying of names in a planet spinning round and round: how you and i had met
if my tears fall, what will fade away? when the goodbyes dissolve, what will be left, i wonder?
for the sake of fairness, because the thoughts that do not become words dry in a chill, it's just a little bitter
already, in the dusk full of thoughts - in the streets of cellophane - the infinite number of farewells exchanged in the midst of light
after that finger was cut - the finger of a liar - it's a little painful even now because of the fine split*
i pick up the scattering sketches with both hands in a confusion - your face, it's not the same*
when the tears fall, i suppose i'll have been forgetting..? when the sorrow dissolves, i suppose i'll be able to see adequately..?
the trembling haze in a shining world dries in a chill and i'm gripping your fading hand
the wind from the moon is blowing away the compositions*, but they're reaching toward you, as though rejoicing
i wonder where you are, and what you're doing presently? tell me, please
if my tears fall, what will fade away? when the goodbyes dissolve, what will be left, i wonder?
for the sake of fairness, the thoughts that do not become words dry in a chill and will be disappearing - look
let's say, even if there is no other way for the world to be achieved without lies and nonsense, i suppose i won't worry
for somewhere on this star i'll be singing, and somehow on this star you'll be smiling
4. Ghost
i was laughing / i was going insane / sobbing incessantly
because the forgotten feelings were of unease, the devil had struck
the distorting field of vision / contemplation / the shaking jolted me awake
because the forgotten feelings are fine, with delusion - bury them*
i was laughing / i was going insane
simply becoming frightening, once the forgotten feelings
are fine, bury the delusion
with these eyes / all the images i see with these eyes
pursue / beginning a pursuit in different directions
play* / play and only the words swim
break / break and the thoughts overflow
"even what time you want to meet," if i were to be told that by you
i won't be able to say anything anymore / i won't be able to say anything anymore
i was laughing / i was going insane / who i'd come into contact with
because the forgotten feelings were that of unease, the devil had struck
distorted, the fleeting fantasies / the impulse jolted me awake
because the forgotten feelings are fine, with delusion - bury them
with these eyes / all the images i see with these eyes
pursue / beginning a pursuit in different directions
play / play and only the words swim
break / break and the thoughts overflow
"i've always been believing," if i were to be told that by you
i won't be able to say anything anymore / i won't be able to say anything anymore
i was laughing / i was going insane
simply becoming frightening, once the forgotten feelings
are fine, bury the delusion
with these eyes / all the images i see with these eyes
pursue / beginning a pursuit in different directions
play / play and only the words swim
break / break and the thoughts overflow
a teardrop / but you gave me a smile
i can become strong / because i feel that way
5. puppet talk - plastic tree
it befitted the desolated garden / i rest my elbows and gaze at nothing
a few minutes of awkward silence / just being played around / dancing unsteadily
for example, the parade is / unexpectedly a manic melody
a solitary march
amiability / just dancing in steps / an unimaginable look / tricks now
complaint / just playing uncertainly / imitation stripped away
the tangle of string does not come undone / without the charm of a child / society
the class of illustration asks / i rested my elbows and answered, humming
after a few minutes, the tricks assemble / concealer make-up / fluttering clothes
for example, the parade is / a manic melody out of tune
march for beginners
amiability / just keeping someone on the payroll / an unimaginable speech / not sleeping out of joy
complaint / just domesticating / agitation without a will
the tangle of string does not come undone / without the charm of a child / society
amiability / just dancing in steps / an unimaginable look / tricks now
complaint / just playing uncertainly / imitation stripped away
amiability / just dancing in steps / savage tricks of mere playing around
complaint / just playing uncertainly / spit it out / distortion
the tangle of string does not come undone / without the charm of a child / society
6. namae no nai hana
in uneven streets that could be made from iron, even the always familiar dreams - seem to be withering
the intersection point wavers in sifted sunlight*, a confused street that was missed*
remembers frequently a goodbye, and a melody surfaces unexpectedly
look up deliberately at the shining and visible sky from a rusted swing
the drifting clouds are somewhat lyrical - if you'd kept watching the blue of the gaps
if you had flung away thoughts soaring to the sky, too, the worry would have disappeared
the wind changes, in the premonition of the cold seasons
it turns round and round - my unbearable heart has been blown away
while drifting in the air - it'd be good if i can reach you
the flower that is mine only - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
it seems that it will be transparent until the future, the cold sky --
hope spun and created from words - probe into tomorrow with a hand and search again
i painted a world without color - i had only the sketching tools i'd used to draw you left behind
if it were possible, i'd definitely go to show you right away, before it fades
the wind changes, in the scent of the cold seasons
sparkling - i noticed the gentle heart
only while wavering, do i want to be smiling before you
the flower without a name - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
it seems that it will escape until the future, the cold sky --
the wind changes, in the premonition of the cold seasons
it turns round and round - my unbearable heart has been blown away
while drifting in the air - it'd be good if i can reach you
the flower that is mine only - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
only while wavering, do i want to be smiling before you
the flower without a name - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
it seems that it will be transparent until the future, the cold sky --
Namae no nai hana
in this iron city, with rugged edges
the dreams i've gotten used to dreaming are slowly withering
the intersection wavers through the filtered sunlight
i'm bewildered; lost sight of my way
and, as i remember so many goodbyes
suddenly a melody starts to play in my head
i sit on a rusty swing, looking up at the very bright sky
if i could throw my thoughts up there
my gloom would be gone
the wind changes
with premonitions about the cold season
whirling the air around,
it blows my suffocating heart away
it drifts about in the air, and i wish it could go
all the way to where you are
my own flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i see through it to the future, the cold sky ------------.
i'm spinning words, to build myself some hope
still searching blindly for a tomorrow
i drew the world colourless
there was only paint left to colour you
i really must go and show it to you, soon
before it fades
the wind changes
with fragrances from the cold season
it glistens
it noticed my honest feelings
i'm shaking, i want to be with you
and laugh
my nameless flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i fall through it to the future, the cold sky ------------.
the wind changes
with premonitions about the cold season
whirling the air around,
it blows my suffocating heart away
it drifts about in the air, and i wish it could go
all the way to where you are
my own flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i'm shaking, i want to be with you
and laugh
my nameless flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i see through it to the future, the cold sky ------------.
7. 37C
the weather, as though cut away: rain. so let's hold hands.
if we were to enter like this, well. even if there isn't any reason.
traced the strings of rain, but God was in the midst of pretending not to be in.
even to the couple who cannot make their vows, the blessing of the liquid silver* -
hands that waved in confusion.
what, what has left?*
i pretended to not notice, but
byebye.
whisper, whisper, and
set the magic going.
without cooling, without cooling,
the rising slight fever of mine.
talk just about the future, the hidden is today.
without touching even the clean scars.
hands that searched about blindly.
what, what was held?
much less a tiny light,
i don't mind (anything).
whisper, whisper, and
set the magic going.
without cooling, without cooling,
the rising slight fever of mine.
whisper, whisper, and
set the magic going.
without cooling, without cooling,
the rising slight fever of mine.
if the familiar, common
magic were to be lifted,
it would be heartrendingly, and coldly* -
the rising slight fever of mine.
8. cage for rent
i'm going away tomorrow*
that is because you have not been welcome for quite some time
i'm forgetting about tomorrow
that is because i have not been welcome for quite some time
the canary murmurs in its cage
a date for cremation made with the bloomed and decayed flowers
without solving the lies drawn in tears*
we, who were struggling
from tomorrow onwards i'll be searching
that is what you have, until just a while ago, been expecting
from tomorrow onwards i'll be flowing
that is what you have, until just a while ago, been expecting
what is the canary thinking in its cage
like the bloomed and decayed flowers i'm blurring out and vanishing
where are the lies drawn in tears
laughing, at us
without waiting for the tomorrow that has cried and decayed
i leave only the box, and the sound of singing echoing
have you discovered where you live?
write a letter, won't you
lengthened rain; in the faint night the rain falls and flows
multi-colored liquid, asphalt
that is the singing voice of insanity; flowers and the canary
9. Sanbika
miffy
and you
rabbit eyes
married to sorrow
what do they see?
delusions
and needles
sharp moon
deep scars
in the mucous night
the fickle flowers
easily plucked
and burned
again
a kiss
probably
rotten honey
look, from the steam of my tears
you've clouded up
moonlight falls
onto the carousel
it goes round and round, drying our tears
how far can you fly
with only your heart?
god, i'm about to lapse ------------.
this hymn
echoing through our multicoloured world; i pray it reaches you
these tears
from a dream; if i touch them
all will be forgiven
that's how i honestly felt.
hallucinations
easy awakening
forgetting is
probably
happiness
mirages
the flowers
the colour of unease
and my feelings
impossible to analyze
twilight might come
and the spell might be broken,
but please don't go away, you too
my borrowed wings clatter
as i flap them,
god, i'm about to lapse ------------.
this hymn
echoing through our multicoloured world; i pray it reaches you
these tears
from a dream; if i touch them
all will be forgiven
this hymn
through our multicoloured world; please teach me the meaning of eternity
these tears
from a dream; i couldn't stop them
because all will be saved
that's how i honestly felt.
Sanbika
Miffy, your rabbit eyes accompanied by sadness, what do you see?
Delusion Needle sharpened moon A deep scar in a mucous membrane sky
Transient Momentary flower plucked to extermination again is burnt
Kisses Perhaps rotted honey Vapor of tears Look! They’re scooped together
Moonlight falls Rotating carousel Spinning around Tears dry up
Just how far will my heart fly? God, this is degrading
Hymn The world resounds in various colors until I reach you
Glistening If you were to touch the tears of dreams as if to forgive everything
I had a feeling
Optical illusion Exterminates awakening If I were forgetful, I’d probably feel happiness
Mirage Flowers in the color of anxiety The weak point of the analysis is my feelings
Twilight comes and magic awakens only you wont vanish
While borrowed wings can be forced to fly God, this is degrading
Hymn The world resounds in various colors until I reach you
Glistening If you were to touch the tears of dreams, everything would be forgiven
Hymn Tell me the meaning of the world resounding in various colors
Glistening Because tears of dreams will overflow the broken salvation
That’s what I felt
Sanbika
miffy, your rabbit eyes - with sorrow - what are you looking at?
disillusions, needles, a pointed moon - in the night of a mucous membrane, the deep scars
pluck the flowers carelessly in a fleeting instant, and burn them again
the kisses should most probably be decayed honey - in the mist of tears, i cannot see clearly
the moonlight falls, the carousel spins round and round, and the tears dry
how far can i fly with only my heart? dear God, i seem to be turning to the shadows*
resound, hymn, in a world of diverse colors* - i hope it will reach you
if i touch the glittering tears of dreams, it feels like i will be forgiven for everything
illusions are easily awakened from; if i can forget them all i may be happy
mirage, flowers, the colors of unease, and the feelings of mine which cannot be figured out*
even when the twilight comes and the magic goes, please don't vanish
while trying to fly desperate with loaned wings, dear God, i seem to be turning to the shadows
resound, hymn, in a world of diverse colors - i hope it will reach you
if i touch the glittering tears of dreams, it feels like i will be forgiven for everything
in a world of diverse colors, hymn* - please teach me the meaning of eternity
because everything will be saved when the glittering tears of dreams overflow*
i just felt so
1. the word shadows was my form of replacement for what would have literally been dark side >_< it was to avoid any incidental reference to star wars, I'm sorry
2. resound, hymn, in a world of diverse colors
sticklers for the original form, it is: hymn - in a world of diverse colors, resound
3. figured out was originally analysed, but i wanted a more.. casual sound to it
4. in a world of diverse colors, hymn
more strictly hymn - in a world of diverse colors, ..
5. when the glittering tears of dreams overflow
this is in reference to how ryutarou first mentions if i touch the glittering tears of dreams, it feels like i will be forgiven for everything - the glittering tears seem to bring, to him, at least, the idea of forgiveness.
10. Sentiment machine
if i could become a transparent person, i guess i wouldn't be able to do things like printing*
outside the window is red sky; what's wailing* away is a black guitar
whistle - swim irregularly, a crawl, in a pool without water
it's alright to leave me alone; surely i can force myself and bluff off this mere fever*
a sentiment machine not being set to work, i see a creaking and rose-colored dream
if i could become a genuine* person, i guess i would soak in a deep sleep
lacking too many different things, i finally remain standing, without moving
in a flicker - whimsically blocked up speed; a lens i cannot catch up with
like a departure of the ethereal body, i lose myself in thought, in abandoned boredom
a sentimental machine not being set to work, i see a creaking and rose-colored dream
it's alright to leave me alone; surely i can force myself and bluff off this mere fever
like a departure of the ethereal body, i lose myself in thought, in abandoned boredom
if your hands were to extend to the broken me
i'd sing as though in prayer, a sentiment machine that sees a creaking and rose-colored dream
11. kuuchuu buranko (the swing in the air) - plastic tree
i grasp this hand, and because i am unafraid
i've always been taking you everywhere
little scars - split open and laugh, but
because i love you i do not feel anything
the tent of dreams - reflected shadows overlap
because i respond straight
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request*
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint* - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
plunge* --
what's coming to overflow are the drops of memory
tearing eyes, dark grey - things that show the sorrow
laughter even when i stop up my ears*
until the universe ends, i will give you love
because even if incomplete, if wings were to be inserted in our hands
surely we will fly well
to and fro - while we sway, we are doing no more than gasping*
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing, and
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely doing no more than gasping
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --
Kuuchuu buranko
Take this hand so you won't be scared
Through thick and thin I will forever be with you
My little scar splits open as if to laugh at me but
Because of you, my dearest, I feel nothing
In the tent of dreams shadows harmonize and overlap one another
I will always be here to catch you
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we keep seeking something
You're there, beyond my outstretching arms
we just get close then separate again and again
If we let go of our holding arms, in the darkness
We will fall
what's spilling over are the drops of our memory
Teary eyes, dark grey, a sad display
Even if you cover your ears you can hear a laugh resound
Until the end of the world I will give you my love
Although it wouldn't match, when we get wings
we will surely be able to fly well
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we simply gasp
at the end of my outstretched arms, see? you laugh
When wounded and underestimated tears spill over again
The finger we were wrapping unravels and slowly
We fall
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we keep seeking something
You're there, beyond my outstretching arms
we just get close then separate again and again
If we let go of our holding arms, in the darkness
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we simply gasp
at the end of my outstretched arms, see? you laugh
When wounded and underestimated, tears spill over again
The finger we were wrapping unravels and slowly
We fall
kuuchuu buranko (the swing in the air)
lyrics: ryutaro
music: tadashi
i grasp this hand, and because i am unafraid
i've always been taking you everywhere
little scars - split open and laugh, but
because i love you i do not feel anything
the tent of dreams - reflected shadows overlap
because i respond straight
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request*
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint* - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
plunge* --
what's coming to overflow are the drops of memory
tearing eyes, dark grey - things that show the sorrow
laughter even when i stop up my ears*
until the universe ends, i will give you love
because even if incomplete, if wings were to be inserted in our hands
surely we will fly well
to and fro - while we sway, we are doing no more than gasping*
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing, and
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely doing no more than gasping
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --
01 hat.red. dip.it
02 naizou mic
03 namida drop
04 ghost
05 puppet talk
06 namae no nai hana
07 37°C
08 cage for rent
09 sanbika
10 sentiment machine
11 kuuchuu buranko
12 last waltz
1. hat.red.dip.it
who's the pollutor?
my nails have grown too long
i gnaw on them; i throw up
i kill my voice
my ink is spilled
my prayers are drowning
the trap of the sinister moon
is bottomless
chase me even further
seize my hand gently
and melt my frozen heart
i'm sure i was laughing
always empty
i'm right here, please find me
hello, hello, hello
who's the liar?
your codes are jarring
your lips are moving
poison to poison
chase me even further
seize my hand gently
and melt my frozen heart
i'm sure i was laughing
always empty
i'm right here, please find me
hello, hello, hello
chase me even further
seize my hand gently
and melt my frozen heart
i'm sure i was laughing
always empty
i'm right here, please find me
chase me even further
what colour have i become?
i'm sure i was laughing
i'm blurring; please find me
hello, hello, hello
2. naizou mic
a wavering field of vision - what's cut is the scattered prism
piercing transparently, and opening a hole in the heart*
sentimentality, with a rental* - and if welcomed - with a delay,
has come to gnaw deep in the ears*; lively solitude
a blurry field of vision - what's turned is the scattered kaleidoscope
inhumanity and laughter - bind them up with rose thread*
sentimentality* is burning trash, changing neatly into ash
in spite of the insensitivity, "i love." struggles
romance, love affairs, bullshit, wreckage, desertation, bluffs
liking and disliking, logic, cruelty - adding onto the limits of the lines of fate
the shriek of the internal organ microphone and the SOS of the tangled tape
even if i cry, laugh and go insane, it's probably whimsical
the circuit of sorrow deteriorates, and seems to be panicking; the SOS -
with the feelings that cannot be deciphered, it just distorts* --
reality, timidity, pain, illusion, relationships, the setting of teeth on edge*
melancholy, virus, abandonment, complication, high fever, irregular pulse
smog, cloudy sky, angels - stopping in mid-air, falling and crashing
questioning, silence, absence of response, iron trash, the gravestones of buildings
the shriek of the internal organ microphone and the SOS of the tangled tape
even if i cry, laugh and go insane, it's probably whimsical
the circuit of sorrow deteriorates, and seems to be panicking; the SOS -
with the feelings that cannot be deciphered, it just distorts --
the explosion of the internal organ microphone and the SOS of the tape torn to pieces
the shouting and yelling and calling are again imploring
in the wild running of the circuit of sorrow, the SOS response of hot tears -
with the feelings that cannot be deciphered, it just distorts --
3. Namida drop
isn't it / evening / fall / the streets of glass / there remain completely forgotten things
again, in the depths of my heart, the voice that resonates is you / i must push firmly away - without seeming to shatter - the thoughts
addressing so fittingly the names / conveying so fittingly the names / in a planet spinning round and round / you and i / how we'd met
if the tears fall, what will disappear? / when the goodbyes melt, i wonder what will be left?
the thoughts that do not become words / for the sake of equality / dry with a chill and / it's only a little bitter
already / dusk / jammed thoughts / the streets of cellophane / infinite farewells exchanged in the midst of light
after that finger was cut / the liar's finger / because a fine split was made it hurts even now, a little
i pick up the scattering sketches with both hands in a confusion / it isn't alike / your face
when the tears fall, i suppose i'll be forgetting? / if the despair melts, i suppose i shall be able to see adequately?
the trembling haze in a shining universe / dry with a chill and / vanishing hands / grip
from the moon the blown compositions of the wind are disappearing but / reaching to you as though in hallelujah
isn't it / i wonder in where and what are you doing at this moment / tell me
if the tears fall, what will disappear? / when the goodbyes melt, i wonder what will be left?
the thoughts that do not become words / for the sake of equality / dry with a chill and / vanishing / look
for example / even if there is no other way for the world to be made without nonsense and lies / i'll probably not worry
somewhere on this star i'm singing and / somehow on this star you're smiling
Namida drop
in the evening, the fall - in the streets of glass - there remain the entirely-forgotten things, don't there?
once again, the voice that resonates* within the depths of my heart is you - i must push firmly away this thought* without seeming to shatter it
the apt* addressing of names, the apt conveying of names in a planet spinning round and round: how you and i had met
if my tears fall, what will fade away? when the goodbyes dissolve, what will be left, i wonder?
for the sake of fairness, because the thoughts that do not become words dry in a chill, it's just a little bitter
already, in the dusk full of thoughts - in the streets of cellophane - the infinite number of farewells exchanged in the midst of light
after that finger was cut - the finger of a liar - it's a little painful even now because of the fine split*
i pick up the scattering sketches with both hands in a confusion - your face, it's not the same*
when the tears fall, i suppose i'll have been forgetting..? when the sorrow dissolves, i suppose i'll be able to see adequately..?
the trembling haze in a shining world dries in a chill and i'm gripping your fading hand
the wind from the moon is blowing away the compositions*, but they're reaching toward you, as though rejoicing
i wonder where you are, and what you're doing presently? tell me, please
if my tears fall, what will fade away? when the goodbyes dissolve, what will be left, i wonder?
for the sake of fairness, the thoughts that do not become words dry in a chill and will be disappearing - look
let's say, even if there is no other way for the world to be achieved without lies and nonsense, i suppose i won't worry
for somewhere on this star i'll be singing, and somehow on this star you'll be smiling
4. Ghost
i was laughing / i was going insane / sobbing incessantly
because the forgotten feelings were of unease, the devil had struck
the distorting field of vision / contemplation / the shaking jolted me awake
because the forgotten feelings are fine, with delusion - bury them*
i was laughing / i was going insane
simply becoming frightening, once the forgotten feelings
are fine, bury the delusion
with these eyes / all the images i see with these eyes
pursue / beginning a pursuit in different directions
play* / play and only the words swim
break / break and the thoughts overflow
"even what time you want to meet," if i were to be told that by you
i won't be able to say anything anymore / i won't be able to say anything anymore
i was laughing / i was going insane / who i'd come into contact with
because the forgotten feelings were that of unease, the devil had struck
distorted, the fleeting fantasies / the impulse jolted me awake
because the forgotten feelings are fine, with delusion - bury them
with these eyes / all the images i see with these eyes
pursue / beginning a pursuit in different directions
play / play and only the words swim
break / break and the thoughts overflow
"i've always been believing," if i were to be told that by you
i won't be able to say anything anymore / i won't be able to say anything anymore
i was laughing / i was going insane
simply becoming frightening, once the forgotten feelings
are fine, bury the delusion
with these eyes / all the images i see with these eyes
pursue / beginning a pursuit in different directions
play / play and only the words swim
break / break and the thoughts overflow
a teardrop / but you gave me a smile
i can become strong / because i feel that way
5. puppet talk - plastic tree
it befitted the desolated garden / i rest my elbows and gaze at nothing
a few minutes of awkward silence / just being played around / dancing unsteadily
for example, the parade is / unexpectedly a manic melody
a solitary march
amiability / just dancing in steps / an unimaginable look / tricks now
complaint / just playing uncertainly / imitation stripped away
the tangle of string does not come undone / without the charm of a child / society
the class of illustration asks / i rested my elbows and answered, humming
after a few minutes, the tricks assemble / concealer make-up / fluttering clothes
for example, the parade is / a manic melody out of tune
march for beginners
amiability / just keeping someone on the payroll / an unimaginable speech / not sleeping out of joy
complaint / just domesticating / agitation without a will
the tangle of string does not come undone / without the charm of a child / society
amiability / just dancing in steps / an unimaginable look / tricks now
complaint / just playing uncertainly / imitation stripped away
amiability / just dancing in steps / savage tricks of mere playing around
complaint / just playing uncertainly / spit it out / distortion
the tangle of string does not come undone / without the charm of a child / society
6. namae no nai hana
in uneven streets that could be made from iron, even the always familiar dreams - seem to be withering
the intersection point wavers in sifted sunlight*, a confused street that was missed*
remembers frequently a goodbye, and a melody surfaces unexpectedly
look up deliberately at the shining and visible sky from a rusted swing
the drifting clouds are somewhat lyrical - if you'd kept watching the blue of the gaps
if you had flung away thoughts soaring to the sky, too, the worry would have disappeared
the wind changes, in the premonition of the cold seasons
it turns round and round - my unbearable heart has been blown away
while drifting in the air - it'd be good if i can reach you
the flower that is mine only - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
it seems that it will be transparent until the future, the cold sky --
hope spun and created from words - probe into tomorrow with a hand and search again
i painted a world without color - i had only the sketching tools i'd used to draw you left behind
if it were possible, i'd definitely go to show you right away, before it fades
the wind changes, in the scent of the cold seasons
sparkling - i noticed the gentle heart
only while wavering, do i want to be smiling before you
the flower without a name - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
it seems that it will escape until the future, the cold sky --
the wind changes, in the premonition of the cold seasons
it turns round and round - my unbearable heart has been blown away
while drifting in the air - it'd be good if i can reach you
the flower that is mine only - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
only while wavering, do i want to be smiling before you
the flower without a name - if it could bloom without keeping to the seasons, that would be good
it seems that it will be transparent until the future, the cold sky --
Namae no nai hana
in this iron city, with rugged edges
the dreams i've gotten used to dreaming are slowly withering
the intersection wavers through the filtered sunlight
i'm bewildered; lost sight of my way
and, as i remember so many goodbyes
suddenly a melody starts to play in my head
i sit on a rusty swing, looking up at the very bright sky
if i could throw my thoughts up there
my gloom would be gone
the wind changes
with premonitions about the cold season
whirling the air around,
it blows my suffocating heart away
it drifts about in the air, and i wish it could go
all the way to where you are
my own flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i see through it to the future, the cold sky ------------.
i'm spinning words, to build myself some hope
still searching blindly for a tomorrow
i drew the world colourless
there was only paint left to colour you
i really must go and show it to you, soon
before it fades
the wind changes
with fragrances from the cold season
it glistens
it noticed my honest feelings
i'm shaking, i want to be with you
and laugh
my nameless flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i fall through it to the future, the cold sky ------------.
the wind changes
with premonitions about the cold season
whirling the air around,
it blows my suffocating heart away
it drifts about in the air, and i wish it could go
all the way to where you are
my own flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i'm shaking, i want to be with you
and laugh
my nameless flowers, i wish they could bloom
out of season
i see through it to the future, the cold sky ------------.
7. 37C
the weather, as though cut away: rain. so let's hold hands.
if we were to enter like this, well. even if there isn't any reason.
traced the strings of rain, but God was in the midst of pretending not to be in.
even to the couple who cannot make their vows, the blessing of the liquid silver* -
hands that waved in confusion.
what, what has left?*
i pretended to not notice, but
byebye.
whisper, whisper, and
set the magic going.
without cooling, without cooling,
the rising slight fever of mine.
talk just about the future, the hidden is today.
without touching even the clean scars.
hands that searched about blindly.
what, what was held?
much less a tiny light,
i don't mind (anything).
whisper, whisper, and
set the magic going.
without cooling, without cooling,
the rising slight fever of mine.
whisper, whisper, and
set the magic going.
without cooling, without cooling,
the rising slight fever of mine.
if the familiar, common
magic were to be lifted,
it would be heartrendingly, and coldly* -
the rising slight fever of mine.
8. cage for rent
i'm going away tomorrow*
that is because you have not been welcome for quite some time
i'm forgetting about tomorrow
that is because i have not been welcome for quite some time
the canary murmurs in its cage
a date for cremation made with the bloomed and decayed flowers
without solving the lies drawn in tears*
we, who were struggling
from tomorrow onwards i'll be searching
that is what you have, until just a while ago, been expecting
from tomorrow onwards i'll be flowing
that is what you have, until just a while ago, been expecting
what is the canary thinking in its cage
like the bloomed and decayed flowers i'm blurring out and vanishing
where are the lies drawn in tears
laughing, at us
without waiting for the tomorrow that has cried and decayed
i leave only the box, and the sound of singing echoing
have you discovered where you live?
write a letter, won't you
lengthened rain; in the faint night the rain falls and flows
multi-colored liquid, asphalt
that is the singing voice of insanity; flowers and the canary
9. Sanbika
miffy
and you
rabbit eyes
married to sorrow
what do they see?
delusions
and needles
sharp moon
deep scars
in the mucous night
the fickle flowers
easily plucked
and burned
again
a kiss
probably
rotten honey
look, from the steam of my tears
you've clouded up
moonlight falls
onto the carousel
it goes round and round, drying our tears
how far can you fly
with only your heart?
god, i'm about to lapse ------------.
this hymn
echoing through our multicoloured world; i pray it reaches you
these tears
from a dream; if i touch them
all will be forgiven
that's how i honestly felt.
hallucinations
easy awakening
forgetting is
probably
happiness
mirages
the flowers
the colour of unease
and my feelings
impossible to analyze
twilight might come
and the spell might be broken,
but please don't go away, you too
my borrowed wings clatter
as i flap them,
god, i'm about to lapse ------------.
this hymn
echoing through our multicoloured world; i pray it reaches you
these tears
from a dream; if i touch them
all will be forgiven
this hymn
through our multicoloured world; please teach me the meaning of eternity
these tears
from a dream; i couldn't stop them
because all will be saved
that's how i honestly felt.
Sanbika
Miffy, your rabbit eyes accompanied by sadness, what do you see?
Delusion Needle sharpened moon A deep scar in a mucous membrane sky
Transient Momentary flower plucked to extermination again is burnt
Kisses Perhaps rotted honey Vapor of tears Look! They’re scooped together
Moonlight falls Rotating carousel Spinning around Tears dry up
Just how far will my heart fly? God, this is degrading
Hymn The world resounds in various colors until I reach you
Glistening If you were to touch the tears of dreams as if to forgive everything
I had a feeling
Optical illusion Exterminates awakening If I were forgetful, I’d probably feel happiness
Mirage Flowers in the color of anxiety The weak point of the analysis is my feelings
Twilight comes and magic awakens only you wont vanish
While borrowed wings can be forced to fly God, this is degrading
Hymn The world resounds in various colors until I reach you
Glistening If you were to touch the tears of dreams, everything would be forgiven
Hymn Tell me the meaning of the world resounding in various colors
Glistening Because tears of dreams will overflow the broken salvation
That’s what I felt
Sanbika
miffy, your rabbit eyes - with sorrow - what are you looking at?
disillusions, needles, a pointed moon - in the night of a mucous membrane, the deep scars
pluck the flowers carelessly in a fleeting instant, and burn them again
the kisses should most probably be decayed honey - in the mist of tears, i cannot see clearly
the moonlight falls, the carousel spins round and round, and the tears dry
how far can i fly with only my heart? dear God, i seem to be turning to the shadows*
resound, hymn, in a world of diverse colors* - i hope it will reach you
if i touch the glittering tears of dreams, it feels like i will be forgiven for everything
illusions are easily awakened from; if i can forget them all i may be happy
mirage, flowers, the colors of unease, and the feelings of mine which cannot be figured out*
even when the twilight comes and the magic goes, please don't vanish
while trying to fly desperate with loaned wings, dear God, i seem to be turning to the shadows
resound, hymn, in a world of diverse colors - i hope it will reach you
if i touch the glittering tears of dreams, it feels like i will be forgiven for everything
in a world of diverse colors, hymn* - please teach me the meaning of eternity
because everything will be saved when the glittering tears of dreams overflow*
i just felt so
1. the word shadows was my form of replacement for what would have literally been dark side >_< it was to avoid any incidental reference to star wars, I'm sorry
2. resound, hymn, in a world of diverse colors
sticklers for the original form, it is: hymn - in a world of diverse colors, resound
3. figured out was originally analysed, but i wanted a more.. casual sound to it
4. in a world of diverse colors, hymn
more strictly hymn - in a world of diverse colors, ..
5. when the glittering tears of dreams overflow
this is in reference to how ryutarou first mentions if i touch the glittering tears of dreams, it feels like i will be forgiven for everything - the glittering tears seem to bring, to him, at least, the idea of forgiveness.
10. Sentiment machine
if i could become a transparent person, i guess i wouldn't be able to do things like printing*
outside the window is red sky; what's wailing* away is a black guitar
whistle - swim irregularly, a crawl, in a pool without water
it's alright to leave me alone; surely i can force myself and bluff off this mere fever*
a sentiment machine not being set to work, i see a creaking and rose-colored dream
if i could become a genuine* person, i guess i would soak in a deep sleep
lacking too many different things, i finally remain standing, without moving
in a flicker - whimsically blocked up speed; a lens i cannot catch up with
like a departure of the ethereal body, i lose myself in thought, in abandoned boredom
a sentimental machine not being set to work, i see a creaking and rose-colored dream
it's alright to leave me alone; surely i can force myself and bluff off this mere fever
like a departure of the ethereal body, i lose myself in thought, in abandoned boredom
if your hands were to extend to the broken me
i'd sing as though in prayer, a sentiment machine that sees a creaking and rose-colored dream
11. kuuchuu buranko (the swing in the air) - plastic tree
i grasp this hand, and because i am unafraid
i've always been taking you everywhere
little scars - split open and laugh, but
because i love you i do not feel anything
the tent of dreams - reflected shadows overlap
because i respond straight
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request*
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint* - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
plunge* --
what's coming to overflow are the drops of memory
tearing eyes, dark grey - things that show the sorrow
laughter even when i stop up my ears*
until the universe ends, i will give you love
because even if incomplete, if wings were to be inserted in our hands
surely we will fly well
to and fro - while we sway, we are doing no more than gasping*
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing, and
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely doing no more than gasping
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --
Kuuchuu buranko
Take this hand so you won't be scared
Through thick and thin I will forever be with you
My little scar splits open as if to laugh at me but
Because of you, my dearest, I feel nothing
In the tent of dreams shadows harmonize and overlap one another
I will always be here to catch you
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we keep seeking something
You're there, beyond my outstretching arms
we just get close then separate again and again
If we let go of our holding arms, in the darkness
We will fall
what's spilling over are the drops of our memory
Teary eyes, dark grey, a sad display
Even if you cover your ears you can hear a laugh resound
Until the end of the world I will give you my love
Although it wouldn't match, when we get wings
we will surely be able to fly well
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we simply gasp
at the end of my outstretched arms, see? you laugh
When wounded and underestimated tears spill over again
The finger we were wrapping unravels and slowly
We fall
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we keep seeking something
You're there, beyond my outstretching arms
we just get close then separate again and again
If we let go of our holding arms, in the darkness
Slowly swaying back and forth as we swing, we simply gasp
at the end of my outstretched arms, see? you laugh
When wounded and underestimated, tears spill over again
The finger we were wrapping unravels and slowly
We fall
kuuchuu buranko (the swing in the air)
lyrics: ryutaro
music: tadashi
i grasp this hand, and because i am unafraid
i've always been taking you everywhere
little scars - split open and laugh, but
because i love you i do not feel anything
the tent of dreams - reflected shadows overlap
because i respond straight
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request*
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint* - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
plunge* --
what's coming to overflow are the drops of memory
tearing eyes, dark grey - things that show the sorrow
laughter even when i stop up my ears*
until the universe ends, i will give you love
because even if incomplete, if wings were to be inserted in our hands
surely we will fly well
to and fro - while we sway, we are doing no more than gasping*
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing, and
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely coming to request
where my arms are extending, you are in their direction
leave, and acquaint - we merely loop back
if we were to let loose our grasping arms, into the darkness
to and fro - while we sway, we are merely doing no more than gasping
ahead of my outstretched hands, you are, hey, laughing
wounds - lick it over - if the tears were to fall again, and
the entangled fingers to come loose, slowly -
plunge --