Andro Metamorphose
Plastic Tree
Andro Metamorphosis
Body temperature.
Red thing.
My fever rising.
If it's in my heart,
Metamorphosis.
Your scent fading away.
Eventually, life will burn.
Becoming ash, becoming sand.
If that's the case, from the beginning to the end,
The fact that we could meet.
Calling your name, telling you.
Don't make me transparent,
The moon of leftovers coldly glares at me.
Until the future, if we could go together, it would have been nice, right?
There are many things I want to do but can't.
It's not a dream, don't sleep, surpassing countless nights.
In the galaxy, surrounded, we meet in a wonder world.
No matter how dark it is, I can find it right away.
The sound of memories, following the thread, surely I'll go there.
Becoming cowardly, a magician.
The spell of love,
Refrein.
If the flower dwelling in my chest is all rotten, a disgusting color.
Painful, joyful, heartbreaking, longing.
Even though it's blooming so much, I can't give you a single one.
Even in dreams, don't disappear, countless nights, right?
In the galaxy, getting lost, drifting away in a wonder world.
From the moon, with a gentle breeze, tears will someday dry up,
And then, it seems like we can keep walking forever.
