bloompsychedelicdream:

I was listening to the sound of the rain, like strikes to a keyboard
By the time I realized it, the sound had embedded into my memory… It was that sort of night
When the beating of our hearts overlap noisily,
We’ll be the only two people in the country. Beneath my umbrella, I finally arrived.

Even as I raise my eyes, I can’t grasp it – the broken spider thread
If it’s a question without an answer, I’d rather not know…

When I try to touch the grinning scar I broke open, I feel just a trace
If I let go even for tomorrow, every day will be rainy

I cover my eyes and the flowers bloom, a dream of a kiss
Telling the beautiful lies, you and me
A goodbye inside my chest, the unending rain
Hides the commotion and the deceit

With an uncertain eternity, an end in a spiritual place
Our held hands separate, then our bodies, hearts – surely we’ll forget

I knew love. It’s vague. It’s in the nature of the so-called “love’s promise” to end.
I’ll earn love. Grief and pleasure. Joys and sorrows. Things like affection are sad.
It sinks. It’s transient. A tearful voice.
My fever has just cooled down.
If someday it wears off, I’ll completely disappear…

I cover my eyes and the flowers bloom, a dream of a kiss
Telling the beautiful lies, you and me
With vivid transparency, the rain pours down
Catching it… Catching it…
I close my eyes and it blooms, a dream in darkness
Anywhere, anywhere, all night long
The goodbye at the bottom of my chest, the never-ending rain
Is hiding the commotion and deceit… the commotion and deceit…

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spiral-alyst:

http://www.jame-world.com/us/articles-87084-plastic-tree-budoukan-tent-3.html

Thank you god it’s in English. TT.TT