As though marking the spot, I was standing there.
That area is already a flatlined wave pattern.

I was thinking of the fact that I’m here now as a fairy tale.
The cheerful atmosphere isn’t returning to the past anymore.

A moment lasts only a moment.
That’s quite decadent.
I can’t just lock away everything that I’ve seen.

With that, nothing is different.
What swelled up was my prayer.
I can at least move.
I wait for a deserving moment to appear
And run from these limbs that faltered.
A glance isn’t escaping.

The morning when I was absent-minded,
I drank up in heavy, gloomy meditation.
I knew that denial couldn’t come back anymore.
I tangle up when I unravel.
The sky is colorless.

You’re listening carefully,
Trying to disconnect the distortion of breathing from the trivial lies.
If you showed a gap, it would be the end.
Just like a thread coming loose, the night won’t stop.

Sweet words and crossing coralfish
Were clinging to the backs of your eyelids.
I won’t tell you the reform that will happen.
Let’s swim selfishly.

It’s a worthless egoism that’s like changing red into green.
It bends into an inevitable curve, like the change from morning to night.

You’re always like that.
Stop saying things as you please just because you want to win.
Forcing your values on me, blocking my way, just running away – that’s dirty.

Sweet words and crossing coralfish
Were clinging to the backs of your eyelids.
I won’t tell you the reform that will happen.
Let’s swim selfishly.

Sweet words and crossing coralfish
Were clinging to the backs of your eyelids.
I won’t tell you the reform that will happen.
Let’s swim selfishly.

It’s a worthless egoism that’s like changing red into green.
It bends into an inevitable curve, like the change from morning to night.

It’s a worthless egoism that’s like changing red into green.
It bends into an inevitable curve, like the change from morning to night.

On the other side of the wire screen, I release my memories.
I want to release them, to lose them, to start where their visibility is negated.

On the other side of the wire screen, I release my memories.
I want to release them, to lose them, to start where their visibility is negated.

On the other side of the wire screen, I release my memories.
I want to release them, to lose them, to start where their visibility is negated.

If you obey my voice
And just respond silently, it’s fine.
Now, the flow is getting bigger.