Laylat saeidat sabeat eashar
Marhaban mae alsalamat lamaa madaa
Laylat saeidat sabeat eashar
Marhaban mae alsalamat lamaa madaa
Good night, seventeen
Hello, goodbye to the past
Good night, seventeen
Hello, goodbye to the past
Without waking the obstructive boss just yet
I watch the crumbling skyscrapers
Sand dust is dirtying your cheeks again today
Without hesitation, aah…
If I was to write down the reason for wanting to stay with you
I’d give it a convenient name, but
I won’t belong to you, as there’s no premise
Without even using my eyelids
I crush the blue seeds, transport them to my mouth
‘Cause until dusk, there’s no such thing as eternity, I’ll have you know
Surely the water, surely this heat
If you can’t feel them, let’s scream our hearts out
You froze all the incommunicable memories, yet their shapes remain
Just these feelings, they only have a name
Every time we hold hands, it’s just a program?
This doesn’t apply to anyone, I don’t need any such standards
That merely floating bubble, it holds a name
In this world
That difficult to reproduce expression carries a meaning
So much so that words are unnecessary
From birth till death, humans
Can only follow that road once
To break many times and be rebuilt
I just want to confirm if that’s a miracle or what
Two slipped into peach flavoured soda water
Fooled themselves into a state where they wouldn’t even know if they cried a little
Surely the trembling, surely this weight
If they won’t convey, let’s press the button and delete it all
Even if all the incomplete memories are resolved, my anxiety just increases
This kind of memory, it only has a name
Averting your eyes just makes it rust away, but
Obstructing, pointless trains of thought, they too become wounds I want to touch
Can I say that?
I don’t need anything that can be stated definitively
Even fakes, even just that opinion, it’s just not anyone’s place to decide
Win or lose, black or white, human or
Non-human, there’s just no “correct” answer
So let’s embrace even fleeting wounds, close our eyes
So this day may come to rest
Surely the water, surely this heat
If you can’t feel them, let’s scream our hearts out
You froze all the incommunicable memories, yet their shapes remain
Just these feelings, they only have a name
Every time we hold hands, it’s just a program?
This doesn’t apply to anyone, I don’t need any such standards
Laylat saeidat sabeat eashar
Marhaban mae alsalamat lamaa madaa
Laylat saeidat sabeat eashar
Marhaban mae alsalamat lamaa madaa
Good night, seventeen
Hello, goodbye to the past
Good night, seventeen
Hello, goodbye to the past