dye an unease

dye an unease

I can't see that answer. A merry-go-round.*(1) It depends on the distance. 

Let's live in the falling stars. An impossible contradiction is an ideal.

The more I paint with the wrong color,
the more the loneliness that wasn't in the original painting draws in.

Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
please don’t say to me goodbye at tonight.

Step on. Above thin ice. Absorb the sound. Roots turn loose. *(2)
I don't need more answers. Cicada's chirp treads down the crimson.

A smelting furnace filled with garden stones doesn't even produce ash.
The weakness gets into the poem. The bird has lost its destination.

Even if you show him the exit of the cage, his eyes can't turn to it.

Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
Why not trust in reason. who is the killed?
“Calling you”
please don’t say to me goodbye at tonight.

Notes:

*(1) In the booklet is written in Japanese, '回転木馬', but he sings “Merry-go-round.”

*(2) This line will be probably revised.