I got a bunch of junk.
And put a piece of rag over it.
A replica in the shape of an ugly thing.
Words spun by someone else
A tone that someone else has played
A distorted collage of fakes
First in Vail
The love of a revolutionary boy
We find ourselves in a place where we can no longer see
A child who lost a toy is crying
I don't know why.
The spotlight is shining on him.
And his back is moving away from me again
I'll never be like you
I can't be like you
Chasing that moon
My thirsty heart is still unsatisfied
Alone, alone, alone
I kept having dull dreams
We're tracing...
We trace the junk, the rags...
The blood of its heart...
I had my own anger.
I don't know what it was that was missing.
After I asked God about it.
I was silenced by a fallen angel's bow and arrow.
I knew all along.
I'm playing forget-me-nots.
I'm holding on to a sword that was given to me.
How many times have I been disappointed?
I've wanted to leave everything behind.
I'm sure in the end there's nothing left
Love, sounds spun, names spun, all rot away.
Why is that?
It's stuck in the back of my mind
Like the silence of a winter night
Like the loneliness of a winter's night
I'm sure you don't even know
I was alone, looking at the stars
You didn't even notice my red eyes
You stood next to me, so far away
I can no longer see your dull dreams
Still, I kept on chasing you
♪ Fake or true ♪
Looking back now, I see that you were just there
A blurred memory.
Irony, which has been reduced to rubbish.
I wanted to get out of the cliché.
"Is this just another rehash of someone else's work?"
So many stardust
Eustacy sinking and fading
Ruthless moonlight
Is even identity a trick?
"Do you want love even if you have to steal it?"
Sheepish clouds float past midday
A nostalgic song is swaying in the wind.
Your voice taught me those words.
I'm writing them down so I don't forget... the same things you taught me.
I'll never be like you.
Chasing that moon
My thirsty heart remains unsatisfied
Time after time after time
When I look back, I try not to look away
We trace our paths
We're the ones who chased a dream we couldn't wake up from
I've been chasing a dream I can't wake up from...
I'll always have my own light.