恍惚 (Koukotsu) – Ecstasy

from WE album.

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The sorrowful night passed
Its slight bitterness just right
Deceptive silence anchors
The sign reaching its final destination soon
Sins trickling down the window

Oh oh, same day, same place
I’m walkin’ on the wild side
Darkness playfully continues to dance

The endlessly repeating world in slow motion
Totally tangled in mistakes with you
Then, desiring that foolish slow motion again today
Just dreaming every night, every night, of crossing my form
My body

Affirming naked fingers
Body hidden by a cheap umbrella
Pulse beating with a contrary rightness
Its rhythm increasing
Sneer at this time of ecstasy, um um…

Oh oh, same day, same place
I’m walkin’ on the wild side
Darkness playfully continued calling to me

The same wind blows even at the end of the world
We’ve known that since the start
Where were you when I took a bite of the red fruit?
Hey, what did I learn when I left paradise with you?

The endlessly repeating world in slow motion
Totally tangled in mistakes with you
Then, desiring that foolish slow motion again today
Just dreaming every night, every night, of crossing my form
My body

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from WE album.

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On the way home, full of emptiness
The pretension of pride, of being a hero, all according to plan

On such nights, I always wish to listen
To your voice, the you who can be yourself, be honest

A good day
Was it a good day today?

I’m not sure
But I’ll make tomorrow sure

Someday, we’ll surely become flowers, blooming in full as we dream
It must be why we’re here today, from when we were that small
The number of petals scattered in divination as troubles and yearnings continued
Look, I must have been dreaming

Purely chasing after the value of our existence
We surround our bodies with immature thorns, dashing swiftly

We were alright that way, but so fragile
Broken thorns bent inwards, pricking ourselves

Dear God
Did I do well today?

There’s no answer
But tomorrow is calling me

That day, as I stared up at the nightsky and counted all the stars
They glittered again and again, as if winking at me
A poem noting my wishes, I tied it higher up than anyone else
Look, I was surely dreaming

Everyone will keep changing
Grasping, losing, remembering, forgetting, recalling
Stumbling, living

We’ll surely become flowers, blooming in full as we dream
It must be why we’re here today, from when we were that small
The number of petals scattered in divination as troubles and yearnings continued
Now, I can recall

Every time I looked up at the nightsky and counted all the stars
They glittered again and again, as if winking at me
A poem noting my wishes is tied to a brand new tomorrow
Yes, to a brand new tomorrow

To a brand new tomorrow

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