Tsukinami

Can you hear it
This sound
Moving randomly
Pumps the heart
Brain seems to be punk
Can you hear it
This note
Grasping the moment it disappears
Born and immediately dying

In an instant
The left hand is always busy
The right hand is working properly
Delaying instructions
Starting in front of what you want to be
Is not good

Running in the mysterious
Without time to adapt, with all your might
It's an order
Please stop the bad luck
There's no stopper for the curve of daily forgetfulness
Everything that exists now

It's luxurious
While it's allowed to reflect in the heart
Someday you'll pick up these fragments
And decorate your chest
I want the joy
The memories are the number of shutter sounds of Moamuck
Ash and blood contain nostalgia
Give me warmth
Yearning behind the unfamiliar
It's a stop

I know it's not eternal
The remaining wounds can't be separated
It's fate
Whether you cut blue or red
It seems to want to cause a mistake
Time won't change
The current season
I feel like crying
Seems like there's only one height
Surely it's a continuous happiness
That makes you smile or shed tears

Running in the mysterious
Without time to adapt, with all your might
I know it's not eternal
The remaining wounds can't be separated

Wanting the present
Knowing it won't come true
Is that why it becomes dear?
To not forget what's lost
That's why I'm singing like this
Heartbeat, pulsating
Until the heart and brain run out