17-10-2022، 21:32
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Utsukushiki Zankoku na Sekai
ساختهشده توسط Yōko Hikasa در سال ۲۰۱۳
لیریک :
That dream is where my heart belongs,
and it’s something more fragile than my
life.
Again and again, I abandoned and then
rediscovered it.
Now sleep peacefully.
With my wish being ravished by my
pounding heartbeats,
as soon as I’m on the verge of
forgetting it, I immediately recall it.
In this beautiful cruel world,
we merely keep on asking “why” we’re
alive and living…
Ah, with this strength and this weakness,
if we no longer possess any rationality,
just what are we protecting?
Isn’t that sky depressing?
The ashes and mirages swirl up in the
sky.
Freeze solid to the warm words,
now sleep discreetly.
With my sigh being hid away by my clingy
fantasies,
as soon as it’s about to break free,
it’s pinned down again.
In this beautiful cruel world,
we merely keep on begging death to wait
a little longer…
Ah, no different from the flightless
weathercock,
we will not understand
whether truths are prettier than lies.
If only we were songs,
we would be able to sail at full speed
in the wind,
and bring hope without fail
to someone out there.
In this beautiful cruel world,
we merely keep on asking “why” we’re
alive and living…
Ah, with this strength and this weakness,
if we no longer possess any rationality,
just what are we protecting?
Utsukushiki Zankoku na Sekai
ساختهشده توسط Yōko Hikasa در سال ۲۰۱۳
لیریک :
That dream is where my heart belongs,
and it’s something more fragile than my
life.
Again and again, I abandoned and then
rediscovered it.
Now sleep peacefully.
With my wish being ravished by my
pounding heartbeats,
as soon as I’m on the verge of
forgetting it, I immediately recall it.
In this beautiful cruel world,
we merely keep on asking “why” we’re
alive and living…
Ah, with this strength and this weakness,
if we no longer possess any rationality,
just what are we protecting?
Isn’t that sky depressing?
The ashes and mirages swirl up in the
sky.
Freeze solid to the warm words,
now sleep discreetly.
With my sigh being hid away by my clingy
fantasies,
as soon as it’s about to break free,
it’s pinned down again.
In this beautiful cruel world,
we merely keep on begging death to wait
a little longer…
Ah, no different from the flightless
weathercock,
we will not understand
whether truths are prettier than lies.
If only we were songs,
we would be able to sail at full speed
in the wind,
and bring hope without fail
to someone out there.
In this beautiful cruel world,
we merely keep on asking “why” we’re
alive and living…
Ah, with this strength and this weakness,
if we no longer possess any rationality,
just what are we protecting?