from Sora no hate album.
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It’s my Lucky Day, told in a fortune
That I’ll receive a phone call sometime today
Saying “What are you doing now?”
Where are you flying to, with those free wings?
Is my bed not to your liking?
What is grasped in those overlapped fingertips?
Now, the warmth of our embrace seeps into my heart
Upon your hesitant shoulder, flowers spiral and bloom
A broken Time Machine, capable of traveling only to the future
The 2000s, can’t resolve the chaos
So entangled, it doesn’t matter even if you push the self-destruct button
Can’t buy a heart with money, both denial and affirmation
Doesn’t matter, just wanna make you mine
Above my sluggish body, you smile boldly
Somehow, I planned to embrace you, but I’m being embraced instead
Your translucent eyes take over me, and
I don’t need the past, a Time Machine of despair
As I stand idle, the enemy is picking up their weapon
I can’t win, so I’ll just fall
What is grasped in those overlapped fingertips?
Now, the warmth of our embrace seeps into my heart
Upon your hesitant shoulder, flowers spiral and wilt
A broken Time Machine, capable of traveling only to the future
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