Now something awake within me begins to breathe.
We couldn't do anything on our own.
Was it a mistake?
I couldn't keep it down.
The impulse was beyond imagination.
Particles flood from the wings as they fly away, clad in light.
Why am I here?
Why did I keep quiet?
What is my point?
Where is my word?
This is what is the abstractions void.
Blankness is mine.
There is no actual situation.
Not even the definition catches me.
Regression is the engraving.
There is no all reason,because it is inevitable phenomenon.
Now I'll give it again.
Now something is awake in me and is about to be proven.
We need to think about what we can do to make it worthwhile.
Why am I here?
Why did I keep quiet?
What is my point?
Where is my word?
This is what is the abstractions void.
Blankness is mine.
There is no actual situation.
Not even the definition catches me.
Regression is the engraving.
There is no all reason,because it is inevitable phenomenon.
Now I'll give it again.
遠吠えから覚えた 名前の呼び方
喉焦がす 奇を衒う
見当違いや思い違いの所為で
決壊した紲を今
再び呼び戻す
It is those words that fill my heart.
I remember the glimmer you showed me
Only when they are poured out will this void be filled.
This is what is the abstractions void.
Blankness is mine.
There is no actual situation.
Not even the definition catches me.
Regression is the engraving.
There is no all reason,because it is inevitable phenomenon.
Now I'll give it again.
