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Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world
Having dreams that no one else can, I cast aside the things I don't need
Feelings that I won't surrender reside in my heart
There is still a gap between ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice prevent my feet from moving
I can't suppress the overflowing urge, because my cœur, coeur is very wanting
"Lies", "fear", "emptiness", "grief", I'm not so weak that I'm
Gripped par all these kinds of negativities, I'm a trickster who knows no solitude
Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky, look up to the sky in which I can't see any stars
I ask myself "aren't toi lost?"
The city is smeared with overflowing things
It's not something that's unrealistic
At the end of the road that connects us to the future, I want to see what I've got in my hand
Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it
The jour that I have my ideals within my grasp
It's accepted in this world that "righteousness" has it's limits; and withering is foolishly the same way
Something that no one else has, toward a crystallization called "myself"
Piercing through simplicity, one jour it will change into reality
I want to continue to obstinately believe, it's just my faith. The absolute truth.
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world
Having dreams that no one else can, I cast aside the things I don't need
Feelings that I won't surrender reside in my heart
There is still a gap between ideals and reality, even though the shackles of sacrifice prevent my feet from moving
I can't suppress the overflowing urge, because my cœur, coeur is very wanting
"Lies", "fear", "emptiness", "grief", I'm not so weak that I'm
Gripped par all these kinds of negativities, I'm a trickster who knows no solitude
Flocks of buildings stab into the night sky, look up to the sky in which I can't see any stars
I ask myself "aren't toi lost?"
The city is smeared with overflowing things
It's not something that's unrealistic
At the end of the road that connects us to the future, I want to see what I've got in my hand
Closing my eyes, I float on the sea of my senses, and envision it
The jour that I have my ideals within my grasp
It's accepted in this world that "righteousness" has it's limits; and withering is foolishly the same way
Something that no one else has, toward a crystallization called "myself"
Piercing through simplicity, one jour it will change into reality
I want to continue to obstinately believe, it's just my faith. The absolute truth.
Amidst the passing time, a twinkling and ephemeral sparkling
I'm a believer that keeps walking, to carve his memories of it into the world
