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One morning, being visited by truth that is not misleading,
on the other end of the phone weakly floating your voice:
"if this has already been cut off, then..." you said; trembling, I am already alone...
Going around and around like darting horse lights with nothing but the film of my memories "why do I cry?"
is it even heartless... your appearance grows dull.
but with that vividly, you are changing beautifully
The tear-colored, dancing midsummer snow casually...*
It melts, the memories of just the two of us on my cheek.
There are times I wake up in the morning
you are not near me, I'm lonely, longing, today is also clouded by rain...
The last love song I give to you, a song that is sad,
sad, yet cynical song of "goodbye"
"For instance... for example. If one time we were reborn,
another life... for sure another life, to meet you, to be able to meet you by chance in the winter that suits you so well..."**
I've just about gotten tired of the taste of Kiss even, even the scenery we've painted,
For me, for you, for us now…. Bye bye
-Miyavi
No one reads this anyways.