Good evening. I'm Nejishiki.
Before you become too scared of betrayal to move,
I want to extend my hand and struggle together.
Happy Birthday, Rikka-chan!
I've loved your voice since you beautifully sang in "Glass Fireworks."
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Lyrics
Walking, still gray, going on,
Stashing gems in dirty pockets,
Like avoiding the rain that dampens wounds,
Dragging worn-out shoes.
In a world that praises only optimism,
I've been scoffing sidelong.
The passion that time has stolen,
Claiming it's just "becoming an adult",
Though there's no such thing as a perfect morning,
Create a paradise in the sand, with wet hands.
With dirt-smeared fingertips, pointing at the future,
In the sandstorm, only your back
Is burned into my closed eyes.
The dream drawn in the desert is no mirage.
Only memories of picking at wounds,
Corrode my body.
Just gazing sidelong at the unfinished story
That's all preamble.
Laughing off emotions filled with stars
As "childish",
If I always give up, I can't go anywhere.
I can stay a cowardly fool,
Until the day the sand in the hourglass falls.
I'll try asking, how much sky can I grasp?
Reality becomes a dream blurred in the distance,
As much as I bite my rusted lips.
The path burdened with pain is no mirage.
In a world where honesty and cowardice blend,
I understand it in my head, "that's just how it is".
Before fear of betrayal paralyzes me,
I want to reach out my hand, to struggle together,
With you.
Create a paradise in the sand, with wet hands.
With dirt-smeared fingertips, pointing at the future,
In the sandstorm, only your back
Is burned into my closed eyes.
The dream drawn in the desert is no mirage.
11 окт 2024
