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Whoever's Been Gone Is (feat. Shaohei)

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In the place

Where the chance told

Trail infinite words

Now, I’ll break free

From a hurry, from a phobia

Forests’ stir

That gathered knells

Was the air that tempts wills

For us, stars

Are infinitely beautiful

‘Cause we can never figure out

I just wanna go home

Nothing remains

All we’ve ever done

All we’ve never done

Will be tied, be gone

And, you said

Why was there nothing else

To be handed down?

Only your breath is left

Say, why are you here?

“To see beauties.”

If my wish comes true

May souls who won’t hurt

Dwell in everyone

Dwell in everything

O Lords

I might have been waiting

Just for this moment

O Lords

You embrace all mistakes

And never show it again

I just wanna go home

Nothing remains

All we’ve ever done

All we’ve never done

Will be tied, be gone

And, you said

Why was there nothing else

To be handed down?

Only your breath is left

I just wanna go home

I just wanna go home

Slowly

Wanna go home

I just wanna go home

Slowly…

  • Lyricist

    Tomoya Akamatsu

  • Composer

    Tomoya Akamatsu

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  • 1

    Ève (feat. Shaohei)

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  • 2

    Noëls (feat. Shaohei)

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  • 3

    Trail Memory (feat. Shaohei)

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  • 4

    Chasing Me (feat. Shaohei) [Remastered]

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  • 5

    Naming You (feat. Shaohei) [Remastered]

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  • 6

    My Own Magic (feat. iunna)

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    Whoever's Been Gone Is (feat. Shaohei)

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  • 8

    Ýrr (feat. Shaohei)

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  • 9

    Rejoin (feat. Shaohei)

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  • 10

    Araki No Miya (feat. Shaohei)

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  • 11

    La Mersonne (feat. iunna)

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The primordial form, the form of once paradise. But now, the memory like embers in the ashes. Since who-knows-when, sensitivity to music that crystallizes inside me began to imply the existence of such smoldering memories of mine.

Like a reminiscence or a faint flash, it occasionally gives me a glimpse of the state where everything was one. Even if it is only a feeble reflection of the primordial light, being able to keep these reminiscences alive may be a literal event that could be called a miracle in the act of creation.

To the faraway place engraved in lives. In our way, in our current state of being, to reach that point once again. No matter how faint, hope is in the time that will soon come, and music is what truly leads humanity to a brighter place up until now and from now on. The first album, "arbores," is an opus that describes these thoughts of mine.

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