A sea of grass I’ve never seen
is swaying and rustling in the silver
This is the scenery at the border between dreams and waking reality
Is it in order to meet you?
Or is it for the eyes of someone I still haven’t seen?
I’ll go on, dividing the wind
dream scape
The alarm clock will ring soon
But what’s beyond that might still be a dream
No matter where you are, your precious things don’t change, you know
Even if I wake up, I’m sure I’ll still be right here
I think that might be what they call courage
Sittin’ in the silence… everlasting night breeze
(I believe… I deceive… I relieve…)
It’s just that it’s too dark to see…
In my…
The fragment of my heart that I flung away because I didn’t want to cry
is chasing after me now, until I can’t even catch my breath
and the reality I clung to withers and falls, piece by piece
It’s just that I can’t quite see right now…
Whether it’s a dream or reality, it will just confuse you
However many bends there are in the road at the top of the hill, I want to go beyond them,
to the other side of the scenery that exists only in music
It’s just that it’s too dark to see…
There’s another dream in the continuation of a dream,
like a maze with seven colors
In order to find a song in a reed pipe that can’t play scales,
even if it’s too vast and my eyes get dizzy,
even if I sing too much and dry out my throat,
I’ll take that sea of grass I’ve never seen and…
Even if you disappear…
It’s just that it’s too dark to see…
dream scape
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