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l y r i c s Romaji Nigiyaka na hitogomi ni tokeru tsubuyaki ga Ashi moto ni chirabatta omoide nijimaseru Mayoi aruku machi no kagayaki wa glaring one way Kogo e sou na boku o terasu Tsumetai toki ga yume o furaseru kono te no naka o suri nukete Negai kazo e mezame ta toki ni yureru maboroshi ni kimi ga utsuru Boku o michibiku kasu kana shiruetto Nagasareru fuan dake o tsugeru yasashisa mo Eien ni mita sareta ashita mo hoshi kunai Kimi ni todoke ruhazuno kotoba wa it’s talk to myself Kage mo naku hibi ni ochiru Furueru yubi de yume o kasaneru iki mo dekizuni kuzureteku Tashi kana koto futashi kasugite nani o shinji reba kimi ni aeru? Shiroku kieteku ano hi no shiruetto Awaku somaru kisetsu o miageru Life Winter Dream Tachi domaru boku o sarau Kaze ni kisareru torinoko sareru mune ni kaji kamu akogaremo Tsumetai toki ga yume ni tadayou sono te no naka ni uketomete Negai kazo e mezame ta toki ni yureru maboroshi ni kimi ga utsuru Boku o michibiku kasu kana shiruetto English The whisper that dissolves into the bustling crowd Makes the memories scattered underfoot blur together. The blazing of the street where I walk about lost (glaring one way) Illuminates me as coldly as though it freezes. The cold times make dreams fall like rain and slip through my hands When I woke up from the countless wishes, you are reflected in a shimmering illusion the silhouette whose faint smile leads me along. Even if the gentleness that tells about only what makes anxiety flow had fulfilled eternity, I still don’t want tomorrow. The words that I have to give to you are (it’s talk to myself) Falling into an everyday routine, even without shadows. With a trembling finger, I gather up the dreams; without even breathing on them, they’re crumbling. Even the certain things are too unreliable; if I believe in something, can I be with you again? It’s whitely vanishing, the silhouette of that day. Looking up at that palely–dyed season (Life Winter Dream) I, who stopped to stand still, am swept away. The wind blows it out, makes it be left behind; even the yearning is growing numb from the cold in my heart. The cold times drift about in dreams, but are caught and held in your hands. When I woke up from the countless wishes, you are reflected in a shimmering illusion the silhouette whose faint smile leads me along. |
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