nigiyaka na hitogomi ni tokeru tsubuyaki ga
ashimoto ni chirabatta omoide nijimaseru
mayoi aruku machi no kagayaki wa Glaring One Way
kogoesou na boku o terasu
tsumetai toki ga yume o furaseru kono te no naka o surinukete
negai kazoe mezameta toki ni yureru maboroshi ni kimi ga utsuru
boku o michibiku kasuka na SHIRUETTO
nagasareru fuan dake o tsugeru yasashisa mo
eien ni mitasareta ashita mo hoshikunai
kimi ni todokeru hazu no kotoba wa It's Talk To Myself
kage mo naku hibi ni ochiru
furueru yubi de yume o kasaneru iki mo dekizu ni kuzureteku
tashika na koto futashika sugite nani o shinjireba kimi ni aeru
shiroku kieteku ano hi no SHIRUETTO
awaku somaru kisetsu o miageru Life Winter Dream
tachidomaru boku o sarau
kaze ni kesareru torinokosareru mune ni kajikamu akogare mo
tsumetai toki ga yume ni tadayou sono te no naka ni uketomete
negai kazoe mezameta toki ni yureru maboroshi ni kimi ga utsuru
boku o michibiku kasuka na SHIRUETTO
The whisper that dissolves into the bustling crowd
makes the memories scattered underfoot blur together.
The blazing of the street where I walk about lost (glaring one way)
illuminates me as coldly as though it freezes.
The cold times make dreams fall like rain and slip through my hands.
When I woke up from the countless wishes, you are reflected in a shimmering
illusion --
the silhouette whose faint smile leads me along.
Even if the gentleness that tells about only what makes anxiety flow
had fulfilled eternity, I still don't want tomorrow.
The words that I have to give to you are (it's talk to myself)
falling into an everyday routine, even without shadows.
With a trembling finger, I gather up the dreams; without even breathing
on them, they're crumbling.
Even the certain things are too unreliable; if I believe in something, can
I be with you again?
It's whitely vanishing, the silhouette of that day.
Looking up at that palely-dyed season (Life Winter Dream)
I, who stopped to stand still, am swept away.
The wind blows it out, makes it be left behind; even the yearning is growing
numb from the cold in my heart.
The cold times drift about in dreams, but are caught and held in your hands.
When I woke up from the countless wishes, you are reflected in a shimmering
illusion --
the silhouette whose faint smile leads me along.
