Lyric

A photo painted black

Withered flowers swaying in the wind

The sunset hides your face

And I fall into sleep…

“Who are you?”

Whispered softly by my ear

Not a mistake…

That voice I knew somehow

Resonates with a strange, aching sadness…

Ah, my fading consciousness

I realized this is the end

The place so close I could almost touch

Was perfect to recall everything

The voice I longed to hear at the end

Comes back so vivid, so sharp

Even if ears could not hear, I’d feel it

Resonating… resonating…!

Tears spark and vanish into the air

The final scene I climbed to

Burns into my mind, refusing to fade

Burn away all the sorrow…

I keep dancing in the lantern of memories

Like film rolling endlessly

“Is there anything left undone?”

I ask someone in the mirror

That voice I played continues

Strangely gentle this time…

Ah, my melting consciousness

I understood this is the end

The place close enough to touch

Was perfect to look back on it all

The words I wanted to say at the end

Vividly, intensely…

Even if no voice remains, I can hear them

Resonating… resonating…!

Tears ignite like sparks, then vanish

The smoke at the peak of my climb

Proves that “I” was truly here

Burn away all the sorrow…