ashimoto ni uchiyoseru no wa kioku no kakera suna no youni sarawareteku, itsuwari kuzurete... kiete shimau
sugisatte shimatta omoi no zankyou ni yasashiku fureta yubisaki wa katachi wo kureta
sono utsukushii hohoemi no oku ni wa kitto shiroi, moroi... shinjitsu sore dake wo todomeru no nanimo matou koto wo yurusarenai inori wo tooi koe ga hibiku
ima wa mada mune de sasayaku kioku no kakera toki to iu nami no oto ni, itsuka wa magirete... asete shimau
"wasuretai to wa omowanai nara..." to tsugeta anata wa, zankyou wo tsunagi awaseta
tada utsukushii mama de areba kamawanai to shiroi, moroi... shinjitsu, sore dake wo motometemo tsukurou koto sae mo kanawanai hokorobi wo itamu koe ga hibiku
shiritai kara te wo nobashita koko ni wa mada, arinomama nokotteiru
sono utsukushii hohoemi no oku ni wa kitto shiroi, moroi... shinjitsu sore dake wo todomeru no nanimo matou koto wo yurusarenai inori no tooi koe ga hibiku
What encroaches at my feet are fragments of memories – Falsehoods, whisking me away like running sand. They crumble… and disappear.
Hearing the echoes of feelings that got away from me, My gently caressing fingers give them form.
Behind that beautiful smile, surely, Is a white, brittle… truth – that alone being held captive. Not being allowed to shroud itself in anything, The far-off voice of a prayer rings out.
For now, still whispering in my heart, are fragments of memories – In the sound of waves known as time, eventually, They’ll slip away… their color fading.
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Telling me, “If you can’t bring yourself to want to forget…” You tied these echoes to one another.
One could profess to only care about the beauty, Of that white, brittle… truth – but even seeking only that, An open seam that can never be mended, Will let out its pained cry.
I wanted to know, so I reached out my hand; In this place, it still remains in its original form.
Behind that beautiful smile, surely, Is a white, brittle… truth – that alone being held captive. Not being allowed to shroud itself in anything, The far-off voice of a prayer rings out.
ashimoto ni uchiyoseru no wa kioku no kakera suna no youni sarawareteku, itsuwari kuzurete... kiete shimau
sugisatte shimatta omoi no zankyou ni yasashiku fureta yubisaki wa katachi wo kureta
sono utsukushii hohoemi no oku ni wa kitto shiroi, moroi... shinjitsu sore dake wo todomeru no nanimo matou koto wo yurusarenai inori wo tooi koe ga hibiku
ima wa mada mune de sasayaku kioku no kakera toki to iu nami no oto ni, itsuka wa magirete... asete shimau
"wasuretai to wa omowanai nara..." to tsugeta anata wa, zankyou wo tsunagi awaseta
tada utsukushii mama de areba kamawanai to shiroi, moroi... shinjitsu, sore dake wo motometemo tsukurou koto sae mo kanawanai hokorobi wo itamu koe ga hibiku
shiritai kara te wo nobashita koko ni wa mada, arinomama nokotteiru
sono utsukushii hohoemi no oku ni wa kitto shiroi, moroi... shinjitsu sore dake wo todomeru no nanimo matou koto wo yurusarenai inori no tooi koe ga hibiku
What encroaches at my feet are fragments of memories – Falsehoods, whisking me away like running sand. They crumble… and disappear.
Hearing the echoes of feelings that got away from me, My gently caressing fingers give them form.
Behind that beautiful smile, surely, Is a white, brittle… truth – that alone being held captive. Not being allowed to shroud itself in anything, The far-off voice of a prayer rings out.
For now, still whispering in my heart, are fragments of memories – In the sound of waves known as time, eventually, They’ll slip away… their color fading.
Telling me, “If you can’t bring yourself to want to forget…” You tied these echoes to one another.
One could profess to only care about the beauty, Of that white, brittle… truth – but even seeking only that, An open seam that can never be mended, Will let out its pained cry.
I wanted to know, so I reached out my hand; In this place, it still remains in its original form.
Behind that beautiful smile, surely, Is a white, brittle… truth – that alone being held captive. Not being allowed to shroud itself in anything, The far-off voice of a prayer rings out.