歌詞

After listening to lamentable music

I will dig down the bygones

Historical people left modernism

I think ticktack is disturbance

In old story, men pluck cherry

The beast is hunting for

In this reality, you get party

A toothed cartwheel makes sounds

I don’t want to need a reason for judging your sorrow

Water to the dead tree

Dishes to the corpse

Our whispers were only tomorrow

I had tortured the dream to death

In old story, men pluck cherry

The world is full of Eve

In this reality, you get party

You’ll able to be one of nobles

I don’t want to need a reason for judging your sorrow

Water to the dead tree

Dishes to the corpse

Golden wheat field

The scarecrow is alone for ever

Harvesters sweat at their work

Your hometown is overseas

荷車を押してあなたを運び　幸せの谷に突き落とす

汚れを知らないあなたの夢　悪臭を放つidentity