未来の勲章 (Mirai no kunshou) – Future medal

from Too many people album.

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Upon the thin paper on the table, I draw a single thin line
When tomorrow comes, something will change
It’s a really, really wavery path

The future medal I’ve affixed to my chest
Embraces all lies, truths, pain, gentleness

Protecting the cute dream with cool and surrealism
Believing, loving, embracing, so we can get through the present

Raising the flag, morning falls, I look at the deep reality sometimes
It’s not cold, everyone’s surviving
Someday, someday, the season will come

A screaming voice running on the music score
I place my palms together, praying, singing, bathing in the given destiny

Protecting the cute dream with cool and surrealism
Far or near, the grasped heart makes the rest of the journey

The sun makes my shadow
There’s no way to eat sorrow

Protecting the cute dream with cool and surrealism
Believing, loving, embracing, so we can get through the present

Protecting the cute dream with cool and surrealism
Far or near, the grasped heart makes the rest of the journey

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と、いう話さ (To, iu hanashi sa) – That’s, the story

from Too many people album.

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I scream in the dry urban jungle, in the desert sunken beneath the sea
About love, about sin, things we can’t see, but do exist

Even the largest bird can’t fly higher than my imagination
Empty ambition, beautiful despair, surrounded by love, that’s the story

People like other people, hate other people, while tears like love
As the clock hands progress, time passes

Even the tiniest bug can’t be smaller than my imagination
Placing a shell against my ear, I can hear the sea roar, that’s the story

So that the papers won’t fly away in the wind
I placed a pebble on them, and dreamed
The growing shadows under the sunset burn into these summer stone steps
Slowly growing faint and light

There’s a woman, growing quiet as I hold her in my arms
The words slip in my mouth, swimming

She gazes lovingly at me, despite my undesirable phrases
As if making an X-ray of my heart, what is she thinking? That’s the story

There’s something, broken and melted, gone from my mind
Like a comet’s trajectory, it draws a familiar loop and returns
A playful paper airplane dancing in the sky

So that the papers won’t fly away in the wind
I placed a pebble on them, and dreamed
The growing shadows under the sunset burn into these summer stone steps
Slowly growing faint and light

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花は咲いたか (Hana wa saita ka) – Have the flowers bloomed?

from Girl single.

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In that case, it’s his problem
It’s nothing to do with me

Because touching it is extremely loathsome
Let’s pretend it doesn’t exist

My place isn’t where he is
The weather, time, even the secrets are different
I don’t care for that

If I push open the door with one hand now
He’ll be scratching his head, a sleepy expression on his face

Have the flowers bloomed? Did you dream?

It’s nothing important
In the morning, say ‘Good morning’

The power of loneliness pulling together
After all, we’re humans

Searching for the fragments of the fallen cup
Let’s stop it already

Offering me a story in a small voice
Just makes my back, my ear, my tomorrow itch
I’ll pull away

If I just look puzzled
You’ll take the wheel with confidence, right?

Which is the moon? Has the wind stopped?

It’s nothing important
In the morning, say ‘Good morning’

If I push open the door with one hand now
He’ll be scratching his head, a sleepy expression on his face

Have the flowers bloomed? Did you dream?

It’s nothing important
In the morning, say ‘Good morning’

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