Post by sonja on Mar 3, 2008 10:02:22 GMT -5
oon ihan varma että jollain on traumereilta ainaki akai kutsun sanat! mullaki pitäis olla jossain toi zange wa yokushitsu de mut en löytäny mistään :/
Traumerei
01. rikashitsu
02. glider
03. aoi tori
04. chiriyuku bokura
05. pet shop
06. zange wa yokushitsu de
07. akai kutsu
08. gerbera
09. chiba-shi, wakaba-ku, 6ji30pun.
10. platform
11. hello
12. ame ni utaeba
1. RIKASHITSU
(Science Lab)
Plastic Tree
From the science lab, I gaze out. Nobody is out on the school ground.
I pretend to light a fire. And everything turns to ash.
Wavering, wavering, your smiling face is distorted.
Just about, just about, to the point where I can't bear to look at it.
Why, why, do these tears flow forth?
I can't understand it,
But as I don't need an answer, I look up at the sky.
Shamanistic words and feelings mix within this flask.
If rubbed out, I will be lost. It's as if I'm white chalk.
As it runs, runs together, (the world) appears to glitter
I'm uneasy, I'm uneasy, and thinking is all too horrid
And so, and so, if I make my mind vague it goes to the furthest away place
Which is surely
Perhaps, surely, in your heart
I heard that 'mutually understanding one another' is love. If that's true, then we're all alone.
Forever and ever.
Wavering, wavering, your smiling face is distorted.
Just about, just about, to the point where I can't bear to look at it.
Why, why, do these tears flow forth?
I don't need an answer!
As it runs, runs together, (the world) appears to glitter
I'm uneasy, I'm uneasy, and thinking is all too horrid
And so, and so, if I make my mind vague it goes to the furthest away place
Which is surely
Perhaps, surely, in your heart
Please give me a light so that I can set myself on fire.
3. Aoi tori
It's the kind of beautiful, clear day on which a blue bird might fly
Unable to find us, God laughs
We look up, and through the branches the sky is like a puzzle
What words will it take to keep you with me?
The strong wind blows, and we laugh
It's as if we can fly
Amid the myriad of light, why is it the two of us must surely fall apart?
Entwined in vines of misery, I'll just go on
I'll just go on, without knowing
In our gentle patch of sunlight, the eerily transparent sun
reflects and becomes a point of blackness
A dim noise
I strain my ears to the depths of my heart...
Since both of us will surely just forget, why is it that your voice still echoes?
Entwined in vines of misery, from here
From here I'll be reaching out
The rain has fallen
And staring up, I get the feeling that we've fallen towards the sky...
Amid the myriad of light, why is it the two of us must surely fall apart?
Entwined in vines of misery, I'll just go on
I'll just go on
And it's you that I'll surely never understand
Though I clasp your hand, you're still so far away
The sky that twines the vines of misery
Buries us, buries us in its overflowing light
It's the kind of beautiful, clear day on which a blue bird might fly
Aoi tori / Blue Bird
It is a beautiful sunny day as if the blue bird were flying.
We can?t find it, and God laughs.
Looking up, because of the branches the sky is like a puzzle.
With what words can I reach out to you with?
A strong wind is blowing and laughing, I feel like I could fly----.
Among an uncountable number of lights
Why are we being torn apart?
I am entwined in an ivy of sadness,
Just like this not understanding.
In a soft sunny spot you are so scared it shows through.
The sun reflects and it becomes a black spot.
A faint sound, listening carefully for it. From the bottom of my heart.
Surely we will forget.
Why do I hear your voice?
I am entwined in an ivy of sadness,
And from here I reach out my hand.
The rain fell.
Looking up I feel as if I would fall to the sky.
Among an uncountable number of lights
Why are we being torn apart?
I am entwined in an ivy of sadness,
Just like this.
Surely you never knew,
Though we held hands you were far away,
The sky entwined in an ivy of sadness.
Buried in overflowing light,
Buried----.
It is a beautiful sunny day as if the blue bird were flying.
4. Chiriyuku bokura
We are Scattering
That day. The sky was bright, a slightly cold afternoon.
*
Conscious of running ink, spinning a fabrication of words.
And also, this bruise I have is so pretty I want to show it,
To you----.
Spitting it out
Spitting it out
I spat it out but,
The meaning
The meaning
Isn’t there,
Because this moment and eternity won’t change
Sadly just taking your hand,
And tightly, grasping it.
The flowers in a vase have scattered.
And that is why I am going out.
With my white breath, the outside is like ground glass.
I have to walk a little faster, and go to meet you,
Soon----.
It’s gone
It’s gone
Or so it feels like,
Some hundreds of times
Some thousands of times
I have tried to pray.
I don’t want any feelings or sentiments,
Sadly just taking your hand,
And tightly, grasping it.
*
A Winter’s day. An amusement park. With you.
A crying child. A Ferris wheel. Slanting sunlight.
A flower bloomed, a flower torn,
In that moment,
Like that we are scattering.
Chiriyuku bokura
The sky was dazzling in the coldness of the afternoon.
I crossed a word in a long story I wrote with a blurred ink.
And because of this blue bruise, it became beautiful; I want to show it.
I want to show it to you.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spitted it out.
A meaning.
A meaning.
There is none.
Neither a moment nor immortality. Because there was none.
I am lonely; I need your hand.
The floral art that gave glory was outside,
And so I went outside
The ‘outside’ was like frosted glass.
I don’t know if I want to cry. It’s too early to meet you.
It can’t be like this.
It can’t be like this.
I’ve tried to put it away.
Several hundred times
Several thousand times.
I tried to pray.
Because I neither want feelings nor sentiment
I am lonely; I need your hand
A day in winter, I brought you to an amusement park.
A Ferris wheel inclined to a child and he burst into tears.
This moment.
I am dying into ashes.
05. PET SHOP
Plastic Tree
A hamster, seemingly intent on death, is turning around and around in the pet shop.
The sensation of sticky tropical fish.
I want to ride up in a balloon, or something.
My head is so swollen with insect eggs that it feels like it's going to explode.
Everything is part of the bacteria's world
It doesn't actually belong to us at all.
Which is why I don't feel anything at all, really. Not really. Not really.
Tight-rope walking on the power lines. The chorus section plays a sad song.
Ivan the idiot has fallen (1)
The municipal pool is devoid of people. On the emergency stairs there is a couple.
Even if they hold each other, their fluids won't mix.
Everything is part of the bacteria's world
It doesn't actually belong to us at all.
Which is why I don't feel anything at all, really. Not really. Not really.
Somehow, please, take an implement to me.
If you can't, I'll settle for drugs.
My searching for mistakes is now over. Over. Over.
Everything is part of the bacteria's world
It doesn't actually belong to us at all.
Which is why I don't feel anything at all, really.
It seems dark....
In the closed pet shop the hamster continues to turn around and around.
"Scuttle, scuttle."
1000 times, 2000 times, 3000 times, how many thousand times?
It's dead.
8. Gerbera
The weather forecast for today wasn't right at all.
For some reason I noticed this rotten day's rainfall.
Watching now from the rooftop,
You, not by my side, take on a sort of transparency
Surely, if things were different, it would have changed to rain.
Marbled clouds look like a daydream.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll close my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
A fine piece of music; it fits with the current weather
Watching, I am right on top of the panoramic scene
But a point isn't endless: I hum a melody to myself.
You, not by my side, are washed away in your transparency
I wanted to stop the entire world
I kept still so it wouldn't fall down.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
"After this" is a lie, "And then" is a lie, "Goodbye" is the only truth.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
The rays of the sun are straight and pure white, someday they'll shine.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.<BR>
They flutter in the wind.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
gerbera
lyrics written by: ryutaro
today again, the weather forecast was off.
somehow i recognized the rainfall of a bad day.
standing on my observatory roof,
you were not there, and i painted you in wind-colour.
surely where you are, they'd have changed to showers -
the marbled clouds, like daydreams.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———
a sky matching a famous song.
gazing at it, i'm above the panorama scenery
humming a melody i can't place
you were not there, but flowing by in wind-colour
as if the world had forever stopped.
i patiently waited, without falling.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind,
dancing on the wind———
"i will.." is a lie, "and then.." is a lie, "good bye" is the only truth.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
the pure white sunlight, one day it'll illuminate me,
i had such a beautiful dream in the broken sunshine.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———The weather forecast for today wasn't right at all.
For some reason I noticed this rotten day's rainfall.
Watching now from the rooftop,
You, not by my side, take on a sort of transparency
Surely, if things were different, it would have changed to rain.
Marbled clouds look like a daydream.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll close my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
A fine piece of music; it fits with the current weather
Watching, I am right on top of the panoramic scene
But a point isn't endless: I hum a melody to myself.
You, not by my side, are washed away in your transparency
I wanted to stop the entire world
I kept still so it wouldn't fall down.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
"After this" is a lie, "And then" is a lie, "Goodbye" is the only truth.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
The rays of the sun are straight and pure white, someday they'll shine.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.<BR>
They flutter in the wind.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
gerbera
lyrics written by: ryutaro
today again, the weather forecast was off.
somehow i recognized the rainfall of a bad day.
standing on my observatory roof,
you were not there, and i painted you in wind-colour.
surely where you are, they'd have changed to showers -
the marbled clouds, like daydreams.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———
a sky matching a famous song.
gazing at it, i'm above the panorama scenery
humming a melody i can't place
you were not there, but flowing by in wind-colour
as if the world had forever stopped.
i patiently waited, without falling.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind,
dancing on the wind———
"i will.." is a lie, "and then.." is a lie, "good bye" is the only truth.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
the pure white sunlight, one day it'll illuminate me,
i had such a beautiful dream in the broken sunshine.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———
10. Platform
Sanitary.
A tiled station.
Somewhere a laughing voice, cackling
Only I shut my eyes and block my ears.
A cool, water coloured platform.
With great speed I delve in.
And I'll forget everything.
The subway advances into the darkness.
The arrow is marked "For Fantasy" (1)
In the front my hair has grown too long, and that's how I saw it.
The edge of the intermittent platform,
On the white line.
The flowing outside settles.
Just like the bottom of the ocean with nobody around.
When I forget everything,
in the subway, it will rain.
A cool, water coloured platform.
With great speed I delve in.
And I'll forget everything.
The subway...
Behind my distanced self, sadness grows smaller,
And the subway, which can go anywhere,
Is silver light in itself.
11. HELLO
Plastic Tree
"Hello"
Again, I conversed with myself
Until dawn, just a little
See, in my hands I still held hope
It wouldn't have been stardust
Wavering
Sleep, fully clothed
"Seeya, sometime."
These two words I placed on top of each other.
If I follow this wakened dream, a gentle song evolves
Lulling in my ears
When I rub my sleepy eyes it becomes a definite day
And for some reason it seems as though I'm about to forget,
So I call your name
I called your name
I simply wished
For my gloominess to leave
There's been no result though
I want to be admitted
To the hospital of the moon
I already lack a tomorrow
If I follow this wakened dream, a gentle song evolves
Lulling in my ears
When I rub my sleepy eyes this definite day is over
And for some reason, not wanting to forget,
I call your name
I called your name
If I follow this wakened dream, a gentle song evolves
Lulling in my ears
When I rub my sleepy eyes it becomes a definite day
And for some reason it seems as though I'm about to forget,
So I call your name
I called your name
I called you.
12. Ame ni utaeba
The sky looked lower than usual, and I became lonely.
I looked down and I seemed to shine.
A raindrop started to fall, and it incessantly continued.
Yet, I stayed at the gray road,
I smiled but hid it with my umbrella, so no one will see.
They continue to fall.
If I sing in the rain,
I would be in high spirits and everything around me will become gloomy.
My tears are as colorful as the rain
(Does anyone see me cry?)
My left shoulder is getting wet.
I try to shut everything into a frame I made from my hands
This is like the movie I lent you to watch.
The sound of the rain seems to shine, a tender one under my umbrella.
Pour without cease.
If I sing in the rain,
I would be in high spirits and everything around me will become gloomy.
Pour without cease.
If I sing in the rain,
I would be in high spirits and everything around me will become gloomy.
The round small flower on which the rain leaves their essence,
It blooms and spreads throughout the road
It blooms and it spreads
It blooms and it spreads
Traumerei
01. rikashitsu
02. glider
03. aoi tori
04. chiriyuku bokura
05. pet shop
06. zange wa yokushitsu de
07. akai kutsu
08. gerbera
09. chiba-shi, wakaba-ku, 6ji30pun.
10. platform
11. hello
12. ame ni utaeba
1. RIKASHITSU
(Science Lab)
Plastic Tree
From the science lab, I gaze out. Nobody is out on the school ground.
I pretend to light a fire. And everything turns to ash.
Wavering, wavering, your smiling face is distorted.
Just about, just about, to the point where I can't bear to look at it.
Why, why, do these tears flow forth?
I can't understand it,
But as I don't need an answer, I look up at the sky.
Shamanistic words and feelings mix within this flask.
If rubbed out, I will be lost. It's as if I'm white chalk.
As it runs, runs together, (the world) appears to glitter
I'm uneasy, I'm uneasy, and thinking is all too horrid
And so, and so, if I make my mind vague it goes to the furthest away place
Which is surely
Perhaps, surely, in your heart
I heard that 'mutually understanding one another' is love. If that's true, then we're all alone.
Forever and ever.
Wavering, wavering, your smiling face is distorted.
Just about, just about, to the point where I can't bear to look at it.
Why, why, do these tears flow forth?
I don't need an answer!
As it runs, runs together, (the world) appears to glitter
I'm uneasy, I'm uneasy, and thinking is all too horrid
And so, and so, if I make my mind vague it goes to the furthest away place
Which is surely
Perhaps, surely, in your heart
Please give me a light so that I can set myself on fire.
3. Aoi tori
It's the kind of beautiful, clear day on which a blue bird might fly
Unable to find us, God laughs
We look up, and through the branches the sky is like a puzzle
What words will it take to keep you with me?
The strong wind blows, and we laugh
It's as if we can fly
Amid the myriad of light, why is it the two of us must surely fall apart?
Entwined in vines of misery, I'll just go on
I'll just go on, without knowing
In our gentle patch of sunlight, the eerily transparent sun
reflects and becomes a point of blackness
A dim noise
I strain my ears to the depths of my heart...
Since both of us will surely just forget, why is it that your voice still echoes?
Entwined in vines of misery, from here
From here I'll be reaching out
The rain has fallen
And staring up, I get the feeling that we've fallen towards the sky...
Amid the myriad of light, why is it the two of us must surely fall apart?
Entwined in vines of misery, I'll just go on
I'll just go on
And it's you that I'll surely never understand
Though I clasp your hand, you're still so far away
The sky that twines the vines of misery
Buries us, buries us in its overflowing light
It's the kind of beautiful, clear day on which a blue bird might fly
Aoi tori / Blue Bird
It is a beautiful sunny day as if the blue bird were flying.
We can?t find it, and God laughs.
Looking up, because of the branches the sky is like a puzzle.
With what words can I reach out to you with?
A strong wind is blowing and laughing, I feel like I could fly----.
Among an uncountable number of lights
Why are we being torn apart?
I am entwined in an ivy of sadness,
Just like this not understanding.
In a soft sunny spot you are so scared it shows through.
The sun reflects and it becomes a black spot.
A faint sound, listening carefully for it. From the bottom of my heart.
Surely we will forget.
Why do I hear your voice?
I am entwined in an ivy of sadness,
And from here I reach out my hand.
The rain fell.
Looking up I feel as if I would fall to the sky.
Among an uncountable number of lights
Why are we being torn apart?
I am entwined in an ivy of sadness,
Just like this.
Surely you never knew,
Though we held hands you were far away,
The sky entwined in an ivy of sadness.
Buried in overflowing light,
Buried----.
It is a beautiful sunny day as if the blue bird were flying.
4. Chiriyuku bokura
We are Scattering
That day. The sky was bright, a slightly cold afternoon.
*
Conscious of running ink, spinning a fabrication of words.
And also, this bruise I have is so pretty I want to show it,
To you----.
Spitting it out
Spitting it out
I spat it out but,
The meaning
The meaning
Isn’t there,
Because this moment and eternity won’t change
Sadly just taking your hand,
And tightly, grasping it.
The flowers in a vase have scattered.
And that is why I am going out.
With my white breath, the outside is like ground glass.
I have to walk a little faster, and go to meet you,
Soon----.
It’s gone
It’s gone
Or so it feels like,
Some hundreds of times
Some thousands of times
I have tried to pray.
I don’t want any feelings or sentiments,
Sadly just taking your hand,
And tightly, grasping it.
*
A Winter’s day. An amusement park. With you.
A crying child. A Ferris wheel. Slanting sunlight.
A flower bloomed, a flower torn,
In that moment,
Like that we are scattering.
Chiriyuku bokura
The sky was dazzling in the coldness of the afternoon.
I crossed a word in a long story I wrote with a blurred ink.
And because of this blue bruise, it became beautiful; I want to show it.
I want to show it to you.
Spit it out.
Spit it out.
Spitted it out.
A meaning.
A meaning.
There is none.
Neither a moment nor immortality. Because there was none.
I am lonely; I need your hand.
The floral art that gave glory was outside,
And so I went outside
The ‘outside’ was like frosted glass.
I don’t know if I want to cry. It’s too early to meet you.
It can’t be like this.
It can’t be like this.
I’ve tried to put it away.
Several hundred times
Several thousand times.
I tried to pray.
Because I neither want feelings nor sentiment
I am lonely; I need your hand
A day in winter, I brought you to an amusement park.
A Ferris wheel inclined to a child and he burst into tears.
This moment.
I am dying into ashes.
05. PET SHOP
Plastic Tree
A hamster, seemingly intent on death, is turning around and around in the pet shop.
The sensation of sticky tropical fish.
I want to ride up in a balloon, or something.
My head is so swollen with insect eggs that it feels like it's going to explode.
Everything is part of the bacteria's world
It doesn't actually belong to us at all.
Which is why I don't feel anything at all, really. Not really. Not really.
Tight-rope walking on the power lines. The chorus section plays a sad song.
Ivan the idiot has fallen (1)
The municipal pool is devoid of people. On the emergency stairs there is a couple.
Even if they hold each other, their fluids won't mix.
Everything is part of the bacteria's world
It doesn't actually belong to us at all.
Which is why I don't feel anything at all, really. Not really. Not really.
Somehow, please, take an implement to me.
If you can't, I'll settle for drugs.
My searching for mistakes is now over. Over. Over.
Everything is part of the bacteria's world
It doesn't actually belong to us at all.
Which is why I don't feel anything at all, really.
It seems dark....
In the closed pet shop the hamster continues to turn around and around.
"Scuttle, scuttle."
1000 times, 2000 times, 3000 times, how many thousand times?
It's dead.
8. Gerbera
The weather forecast for today wasn't right at all.
For some reason I noticed this rotten day's rainfall.
Watching now from the rooftop,
You, not by my side, take on a sort of transparency
Surely, if things were different, it would have changed to rain.
Marbled clouds look like a daydream.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll close my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
A fine piece of music; it fits with the current weather
Watching, I am right on top of the panoramic scene
But a point isn't endless: I hum a melody to myself.
You, not by my side, are washed away in your transparency
I wanted to stop the entire world
I kept still so it wouldn't fall down.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
"After this" is a lie, "And then" is a lie, "Goodbye" is the only truth.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
The rays of the sun are straight and pure white, someday they'll shine.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.<BR>
They flutter in the wind.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
gerbera
lyrics written by: ryutaro
today again, the weather forecast was off.
somehow i recognized the rainfall of a bad day.
standing on my observatory roof,
you were not there, and i painted you in wind-colour.
surely where you are, they'd have changed to showers -
the marbled clouds, like daydreams.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———
a sky matching a famous song.
gazing at it, i'm above the panorama scenery
humming a melody i can't place
you were not there, but flowing by in wind-colour
as if the world had forever stopped.
i patiently waited, without falling.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind,
dancing on the wind———
"i will.." is a lie, "and then.." is a lie, "good bye" is the only truth.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
the pure white sunlight, one day it'll illuminate me,
i had such a beautiful dream in the broken sunshine.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———The weather forecast for today wasn't right at all.
For some reason I noticed this rotten day's rainfall.
Watching now from the rooftop,
You, not by my side, take on a sort of transparency
Surely, if things were different, it would have changed to rain.
Marbled clouds look like a daydream.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll close my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
A fine piece of music; it fits with the current weather
Watching, I am right on top of the panoramic scene
But a point isn't endless: I hum a melody to myself.
You, not by my side, are washed away in your transparency
I wanted to stop the entire world
I kept still so it wouldn't fall down.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
"After this" is a lie, "And then" is a lie, "Goodbye" is the only truth.
"I'll go meet you in the morning when the gerbera are fluttering."
I'll end my day so I can become like the flower that faces the sun.
The rays of the sun are straight and pure white, someday they'll shine.
Not-quite lies are alright, let's think like that.<BR>
They flutter in the wind.
They flutter in the wind~~~~~~~~~~.
gerbera
lyrics written by: ryutaro
today again, the weather forecast was off.
somehow i recognized the rainfall of a bad day.
standing on my observatory roof,
you were not there, and i painted you in wind-colour.
surely where you are, they'd have changed to showers -
the marbled clouds, like daydreams.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———
a sky matching a famous song.
gazing at it, i'm above the panorama scenery
humming a melody i can't place
you were not there, but flowing by in wind-colour
as if the world had forever stopped.
i patiently waited, without falling.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind,
dancing on the wind———
"i will.." is a lie, "and then.." is a lie, "good bye" is the only truth.
"in the morning, when the gerbera sway, i'll come to see you."
facing the sun, i close my eyes as if that'd make me a flower.
the pure white sunlight, one day it'll illuminate me,
i had such a beautiful dream in the broken sunshine.
it doesn't matter if it's a lie, let's think like that.
fluttering, dancing on the wind.
fluttering, dancing on the wind———
10. Platform
Sanitary.
A tiled station.
Somewhere a laughing voice, cackling
Only I shut my eyes and block my ears.
A cool, water coloured platform.
With great speed I delve in.
And I'll forget everything.
The subway advances into the darkness.
The arrow is marked "For Fantasy" (1)
In the front my hair has grown too long, and that's how I saw it.
The edge of the intermittent platform,
On the white line.
The flowing outside settles.
Just like the bottom of the ocean with nobody around.
When I forget everything,
in the subway, it will rain.
A cool, water coloured platform.
With great speed I delve in.
And I'll forget everything.
The subway...
Behind my distanced self, sadness grows smaller,
And the subway, which can go anywhere,
Is silver light in itself.
11. HELLO
Plastic Tree
"Hello"
Again, I conversed with myself
Until dawn, just a little
See, in my hands I still held hope
It wouldn't have been stardust
Wavering
Sleep, fully clothed
"Seeya, sometime."
These two words I placed on top of each other.
If I follow this wakened dream, a gentle song evolves
Lulling in my ears
When I rub my sleepy eyes it becomes a definite day
And for some reason it seems as though I'm about to forget,
So I call your name
I called your name
I simply wished
For my gloominess to leave
There's been no result though
I want to be admitted
To the hospital of the moon
I already lack a tomorrow
If I follow this wakened dream, a gentle song evolves
Lulling in my ears
When I rub my sleepy eyes this definite day is over
And for some reason, not wanting to forget,
I call your name
I called your name
If I follow this wakened dream, a gentle song evolves
Lulling in my ears
When I rub my sleepy eyes it becomes a definite day
And for some reason it seems as though I'm about to forget,
So I call your name
I called your name
I called you.
12. Ame ni utaeba
The sky looked lower than usual, and I became lonely.
I looked down and I seemed to shine.
A raindrop started to fall, and it incessantly continued.
Yet, I stayed at the gray road,
I smiled but hid it with my umbrella, so no one will see.
They continue to fall.
If I sing in the rain,
I would be in high spirits and everything around me will become gloomy.
My tears are as colorful as the rain
(Does anyone see me cry?)
My left shoulder is getting wet.
I try to shut everything into a frame I made from my hands
This is like the movie I lent you to watch.
The sound of the rain seems to shine, a tender one under my umbrella.
Pour without cease.
If I sing in the rain,
I would be in high spirits and everything around me will become gloomy.
Pour without cease.
If I sing in the rain,
I would be in high spirits and everything around me will become gloomy.
The round small flower on which the rain leaves their essence,
It blooms and spreads throughout the road
It blooms and it spreads
It blooms and it spreads
