This town's just so full of replicas
And the “arid planet” unmistakably hits the mark
They just trace the surface of someone else’s life
And contribute to another copy coming into existence
The wording named “aspiration” is
No get-out-of-jail-free card that forgives everything
Unaware of that fact, somebody again
Was tormenting another person
In the gray zone which I found on that day
Your palm and the line art touched each other
Even if I try to go beyond it, I just can't;
I am blocked by my talents
The two sides arе just shifting
And I'm collapsing into those kinds of days
But this everyday lifе comes to an end here;
With this very life, today, I will put a period to it
I will put a period to it
Alas, I wonder if “my color”
Wrung out of this life will reach you
Please, let me hear your voice again—
Oh, I’m selfish to wish like that
There were some swallowed stories and screams
In the back of the days when I danced the night away
There were some mournful emotions that were
Too indescribably unpardonable for me to call out to
Thus and so, the palette you've granted me
Is now overflowing with my own colors
A role that won't let anyone call me pseudo-doppelganger;
As Giddens would say, a reflexive story
Although this world is a result of past accumulations
We remarked that we'd created something original out of nothing
Talk about a delusion, what a statement. How utterly insolent
However, if we ended up forgetting that spirit
Then we wouldn't be able to construct anything anew
Which is why we're searching the build-up for
Some little novelty to maintain our lives
We're designing our times
Alas, ever since then, a lot of days
Have piled up, and even this part has changed
But I'm sure that your voice will, just like this
Live on while changing its shape
In this very place which I loved wholeheartedly
I will always be watching
Many lives growing ripe while I, too
Will make my own life resound!
I will make it resound!