Karma
Heh, the manju bun decided to set the bar. We don’t need no stinking virus to break out into song. So I figured that we’re going to have a round of cheering up. Sheena! This is what I’ve been up to recently. This song is for those who love music and have those who are waiting for them.
Enjoy.
I dropped a marble; when I chased after it, I dropped another only one remains in a single sunny spot
The moment their hearts begin to beat, like it or not, people claim their own place, They keep protecting it so that it isn't snatched away
Though I kept my hands clean, they look dirty
Before I doubt my memory, my memory will doubt me
We'll meet each other for sure, making our identical heartbeats into our landmarks
I am here, because I'm always calling
When our worn-out motives overlap and tremble,
I'll know the meaning of my birth
So long as we continue to exist, we can't help but claim our own place
It's impossible for two to enter a single sunny spot
I dropped a marble; when it fell, something split open
It bathed in light at the place where I plundered it
When you think about it, the footsteps you've counted are nothing but numbers
Somehow, what I have to know is somewhere between "one" and "zero"
We'll meet each other for the first time, making our same scream's flags into our landmarks
Don't forget, because I'm always calling
When we bury our collective motives together,
We will exchange a promise
We are mirrors, each of us meant
To reflect every bit of the other's karma
We will touch each other's dirtied hands
And grasp their shape
I am here, I can definitely feel you
We are here in the same sunny spot
Don't forget, because I'm always calling from inside the same marble
That's right, we'll meet each other for sure; when we build a cross on our submerged motives
We will fulfill our promise
We will become one
Enjoy.
I dropped a marble; when I chased after it, I dropped another only one remains in a single sunny spot
The moment their hearts begin to beat, like it or not, people claim their own place, They keep protecting it so that it isn't snatched away
Though I kept my hands clean, they look dirty
Before I doubt my memory, my memory will doubt me
We'll meet each other for sure, making our identical heartbeats into our landmarks
I am here, because I'm always calling
When our worn-out motives overlap and tremble,
I'll know the meaning of my birth
So long as we continue to exist, we can't help but claim our own place
It's impossible for two to enter a single sunny spot
I dropped a marble; when it fell, something split open
It bathed in light at the place where I plundered it
When you think about it, the footsteps you've counted are nothing but numbers
Somehow, what I have to know is somewhere between "one" and "zero"
We'll meet each other for the first time, making our same scream's flags into our landmarks
Don't forget, because I'm always calling
When we bury our collective motives together,
We will exchange a promise
We are mirrors, each of us meant
To reflect every bit of the other's karma
We will touch each other's dirtied hands
And grasp their shape
I am here, I can definitely feel you
We are here in the same sunny spot
Don't forget, because I'm always calling from inside the same marble
That's right, we'll meet each other for sure; when we build a cross on our submerged motives
We will fulfill our promise
We will become one