A keresés eredménye

A summer's day, the afterimage

We who know the answer, keep repeating it
Detailing the burning heart
My sad reasons are an unfilled crevice
Burning that chest with impure hands
 
I dare to look away, I dare to look away from that future
I don't dare, I don't dare to do those things
 
The mistaken answer, that we keep repeating
Reserving the splitting heart
My mentality won't float out of this unfilled crevice
Destroying that dream with impure hands
 
The evening rain, the ringing cicadas, unrewarding illusions
It's just me left behind, I drift, I drifted away
I draw myself up haphazardly, pretending to be strong
A summer's day, the afterimage, don't erase it, don't disappear
 
Don't stop...
 
The highest common factor, I'm occupied with my search
Without anything like divided objects
Reflected in your eyes, I took it with my hands
That won't stop
Just that is fine
 
The journey, my ringing ears, unrewarding illusions
It's just me left behind, I drift, I drifted away
My eyes cooled down as 5 years passed, I pretend to be strong
A summer's day, the afterimage, don't erase it, don't disappear
 
The evening rain, the ringing cicadas, unrewarding illusions
It's just me left behind, I drift, I drifted away
I draw myself up haphazardly, pretending to be strong
A summer's day, the afterimage, don't erase it, don't disappear
 
Don't stop...
 

Loop & loop

A white sheet of paper in my right hand
Tossed out a half-finished picture of me
For no reason
That shining tomorrow
 
Soiling my left hand
I met you, the nameless one in outer space
Where I drew your picture
That shining tomorrow.
An endless blue, a disappearing view,
the ending of winter
The door that lets you slip away from all that, swallowed by torrential rain.
Reverberating in the depts of my soaking soul
These transient feelings of an unreliable tomorrow,
White shadows cut out by a bit of light
After all, your day of stabbing, wandering and blotting everything out
Is just an end and a start
Stacking up weak magic
The reason for this lost, wandering, effluent day of mine
Are the rolling end credits
Destroy worthless images
That's right
 
You and I entwine,
connecting to our future.
Our generatrion bears the burden that goes beyond the final stage.
Did my drawing of shadows blur your future?
After all, your day of stabbing,
wandering and blotting everything out
Is just an end and a start
Stacking up weak magic
The reason for this lost, wandering, effluent day of mine
Are the rolling end credits
Destroy worthless images
That's right...