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The true form
Of the thing I've been staring at
Is meant to be shown to me after I've closed my eyes
Today, once again
Time will spin the only the threads
Of a seemingly torn up loneliness

The white lotuses that bloom in the darkness
Are people I will never forget
And yet, my memories of them
Are visiting me from the future

These words that are turning into sighs
Are emerging as the wings of my soul

But will they flutter away?
Lost and confused
I just want to engrave these letters into you

I want to tell you
About the fragments of truth
But even they can't reach you well enough
If I wrote
With the blood oozing from my fingertips
Would they then spill into your heart?

Even if the only word
That our living selves left behind
Was "good-bye"

What dwells within my eye
Is the seemingly vanishing evening star
If we should stare at it together
Then it should light up the night in that place

Before these words are to be born
They will lie in the gap between us

But will you hear them?
This song, this song
I want to dedicate this voice to your ears only

To what extent can I believe
In something that is certain?
And for how long is it said to have existed in this world?
Love and dreams and the such
Why do I want to cling
To these ambiguous things?

Ah, but now
If I can catch the remaining warmth
In my arms

The true form
Of the thing I've been staring at
Is meant to be shown to me after I've closed my eyes
Tomorrow, once again
Time will spin the only the threads
Of a seemingly torn up loneliness

I want to tell you
About the bottom of my heart
But it's sinking too much and can't reach you
If I wrote with the blood surfacing from my fingertips
Would it then be sent to your heart?

Even if the only word
That our living selves bring up in the end
Is "good-bye"

The Power of Words PencilEdit

The true form
Of the thing I've been staring at
Is meant to be shown to me after I've closed my eyes
Today, once again
Time will spin the only the threads
Of a seemingly torn up loneliness

The white lotuses that bloom in the darkness
Are people I will never forget
And yet, my memories of them
Are visiting me from the future

These words that are turning into sighs
Are emerging as the wings of my soul

But will they flutter away?
Lost and confused
I just want to engrave these letters into you

I want to tell you
About the fragments of truth
But even they can't reach you well enough
If I wrote
With the blood oozing from my fingertips
Would they then spill into your heart?

Even if the only word
That our living selves left behind
Was "good-bye"

What dwells within my eye
Is the seemingly vanishing evening star
If we should stare at it together
Then it should light up the night in that place

Before these words are to be born
They will lie in the gap between us

But will you hear them?
This song, this song
I want to dedicate this voice to your ears only

To what extent can I believe
In something that is certain?
And for how long is it said to have existed in this world?
Love and dreams and the such
Why do I want to cling
To these ambiguous things?

Ah, but now
If I can catch the remaining warmth
In my arms

The true form
Of the thing I've been staring at
Is meant to be shown to me after I've closed my eyes
Tomorrow, once again
Time will spin the only the threads
Of a seemingly torn up loneliness

I want to tell you
About the bottom of my heart
But it's sinking too much and can't reach you
If I wrote with the blood surfacing from my fingertips
Would it then be sent to your heart?

Even if the only word
That our living selves bring up in the end
Is "good-bye"

Original (Japanese) PencilEdit

見つめてるものの
本当の姿
目を閉じたあとに見せるため
また今日も時は
引き裂かれそうな
孤独だけ紡ぐだろう

闇に咲く白蓮
忘れ得ぬ人々
それでも追憶は
未来から訪う

吐息に変わる言葉たちは
羽化する魂の翼よ

舞い散るでしょうか
迷って乱れて
あなたへと刻みたい
この文字が

伝えたいことの
真実の欠片
それさえもうまく届かない
指先に滲む血で認めたら
こころまで零せますか

生きるわれらに
残された一言が
サヨナラだとしても

瞳に宿るのは
消えそうな夕星
見詰め合えたらいい
そこに夜を点そう

生まれる前の言葉たちが
ふたりの隙間に横たわる

聞こえるでしょうか
歌が歌が
その耳にだけ捧げたい
この声が

信じられるほど
確かな何かが
この世にどれだけあると云う
愛とか夢とか
曖昧なものに
縋り付きたいのは何故

ああでも今は
残されたぬくもりを
抱き留められるなら

見つめてるものの
本当の姿
目を閉じたあとに見せるため
また明日も時は
引き裂かれそうな
孤独だけ紡ぐだろう

伝えたいことは
からだの奥底
あまりに沈んで届かない
指先に浮かぶ血で認めたら
こころまで送れますか

生きるわれらが
最後に育てるのが
サヨナラばかりだとしても