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In a world that speaks in circles

Truth dissolves before it’s named

Every sign becomes a question

Every question keeps the flame

Time folds quietly around it—

A cipher made of breath and dust

Meaning hides within the silence

Waiting for someone not to trust

Lost logic, hidden reason—

Maybe nothing’s meant to show

触れた瞬間ふっと消える

哲学の残光。

Unformed thought, forgotten season—

A language drifting without will

ほどけぬままの問いかけが

心の奥を静かに満たす。

答えよりも深い場所で

そっと揺れる影がある。

Some words are born unfinished

Searching for the mind that sees

読み解けないということさえ

存在のひとつの形。

In the gaps between the symbols

Truth becomes a possibility

Lost logic, hidden reason—

Maybe nothing’s meant to show

触れた瞬間ふっと消える

哲学の残光。

Unformed thought, forgotten season—

A language drifting without will

ほどけぬままの問いかけが

心の奥を静かに満たす。

「意味とは誰のためにあるのか」

そんな独り言を夜に落とす。

Yet the absence speaks more clearly

Than the words we try to define

解読できない世界ほど

なぜか優しく感じるのは

Because the unknown frees the mind

From needing a final answer

If truth survives by being hidden

Let the silence be its guide

Some mysteries choose to wander—

Never solved, yet still alive