Standing in the middle of the night, tonight,
the air's getting dense with resolution.
Fading every phenomena out from the sight,
there's no use in hustling for revolution.
Anymore.
The world questions us what it's all about,
the sun's going down, we narrow our eyes.
Feeling all the emotion vanish from the sight,
as it turns to the heat then we close our eyes.
Anyone. We close our eyes.
All I really want to know is...
It's all been fated from the start?
I really don't think that it's the only way it should be.
Is it the light from longest past?
Or it's the future that goes away beyond the time and space or more.
日本語詩
夜の空気は覚悟を決めたかのように密度を増し
あらゆる現象、その一切を隠し
革命すら何の意味も無い
現実は密やかにその意味を問いただす
ただ煌々と散る陽に目を細め
ただ情熱と消える感情に目を閉じる
最初からきめられた そんなはず無いだろう
彼方に消え行くのは過去の光か 未来だろうか
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