Lyric

As something in me shows the movement of my change

As my body's thrown to space of that duty

When I'm in such states in spite of my try

My intent to change only loses itself

One of the Requiems is heard

When the regrets are seen like the guideposts

Is it the reward for the frustrations or the grief?

What have I left behind?

What have I picked up?

Whatever makes me sigh?

Whatever bothers me?

Sometimes I may say “I took the wrong way”

Even if I can take all of the ways I see

One of the Requiems is heard

When the regrets are seen like the guideposts

Is it the reward for the frustrations or the grief?

One thing I know is that it's the process of molding me

How many times have I gotta hear a Requiem

Until I reach a place that makes no crossroad

Fate is optimism or pessimism

We feel after looking back over the outcome

And a selfish excuse

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Values have got no rest

置き去りにされる基準と作られ続ける基準の中

Can we keep up with them?

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You see there are views that we have to deny or acknowledge

Someday we may admit the views we have denied

Or deny the views we have admitted

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How many times have I gotta hear a Requiem

Until I reach a place that makes no crossroad

Fate is optimism or pessimism

We feel after looking back over the outcome

How many times will I get lost and turn back

Until I reach a place that makes no crossroad

Fate is optimism or pessimism

We feel after looking back over the outcome

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Values have got no rest