plastic tree- andro metamorphose
Thermometer
Red object*
My rising fever
If it’s my heart
Metamorphose*
The chipped away part of you
In any case, life will burn away
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
If that’s the case, then both the beginning and the end
Was when we accidentally met
Call my name, call my name
Pick the obscure me
The half eaten moon is glaring cold light on me
I wish I could have been with you until forever into the future
There are so many things that I wish you could do for me but you can’t
If it were a dream I would stay asleep for endless nights
Was encircled by the galaxy* and happened upon an underworld
No matter how dark it is, you can always immediately find it
If you struggle through the thread of memories, you will get there
I will become a cowardly user of magic
A love potion
A refrain
If it were a flower planted in my heart, it would be the color of tragedy
Sad and happy and heartbreaking and precious
They are blooming so much, but I can’t give any of them away
Even in dreams, is this the last neverending night?
In the galaxy, the underworld that I buried and mistakenly lost
A wind from the moon blows, and will also someday dry my tears
Then it seems that I’ll walk to forever
Red object*
My rising fever
If it’s my heart
Metamorphose*
The chipped away part of you
In any case, life will burn away
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
If that’s the case, then both the beginning and the end
Was when we accidentally met
Call my name, call my name
Pick the obscure me
The half eaten moon is glaring cold light on me
I wish I could have been with you until forever into the future
There are so many things that I wish you could do for me but you can’t
If it were a dream I would stay asleep for endless nights
Was encircled by the galaxy* and happened upon an underworld
No matter how dark it is, you can always immediately find it
If you struggle through the thread of memories, you will get there
I will become a cowardly user of magic
A love potion
A refrain
If it were a flower planted in my heart, it would be the color of tragedy
Sad and happy and heartbreaking and precious
They are blooming so much, but I can’t give any of them away
Even in dreams, is this the last neverending night?
In the galaxy, the underworld that I buried and mistakenly lost
A wind from the moon blows, and will also someday dry my tears
Then it seems that I’ll walk to forever