The train platform is completely empty, the last train is passing through,
it feels like I reached the end of the dream and I laugh.
If you follow the Destiny line* you’ll reach the theatrical Shinjuku,
and after they tied and untied, what does remain in our palm?
Love is to achieve compassion and, even though the sample version of it is just fine,
it keeps re-updating, sentimentalism is to live the ordinary everyday.
Moments, the reason why after-images passi through my heart one day will disappear
and the past: if you mix all of these and play it back, a silent noise will echo in the world.
When crows dance high in the sky, they look like black angels
but when they silently hum it just seems silly.
The sense of values changes from person to person, but who’s behind the mask?
The verification of our futile lives is our recurring problem.
If you put on the scale me, you, we’ll be in perfect symmetry
and in this place where there’s no certain things, the late constellations shine.
Moments, the reason why after-images pass through my heart one day will disappear
and the past: if you mix all of these and play it back, it will just repeat over and over.
But inside of it, in the void of so many seconds, how many times have you longed for something and fell down?
It may seem just a love affair done all by ourselves, but if you change its colours it will upgrade.
The train platform is already far away, by the windows there are just groups of building like gravestones.
As if to announce that the dream has come to the end, the twilight comes.
Notes and Other
*=it’s written as if it was a train line.
Classic Plastic Tree song: I love the calm feeling they are able to convey with their words in this kind of songs. Enjoy.