MIMIC LYRIC

Die out.

As for us, what will it be possible for to find the truth in this town which I am filled with only an article, and overflow?

All each other could be hurt and chose solitude and freedom.

However, I cannot bear weight of responsibility with freedom, and we cannot move.

I hear a love song such as crying.
The new world will jump out now.

It is tied up on a heavy chain to be free, and we cannot move even if we decide so it.

God, pick up the gentleness that anyone hides in the depths of a heart.

While everybody is at a loss here, I live.
I do not understand what I may believe.

I have forgotten how to drain tears all too soon.
Of course I have forgotten laughs all the time on old days.

We barely keep human relations with a forced smile and false tears in a town filled with deceptions.

A dream to the future when I talked with you in old days is unknown in a fiction and is not found anymore.

Will we die out?

An ill omen appears and disappears in many places and lets me frighten and makes you strong.

I join by a hand with you now and leave this town and have a feeling that it is really possible for way of life.

A star looks up at an invisible night sky, too, and you tempt me forth.

I do not have courage and cannot move hesitatingly after all.

A feeling of extinction to hide behind in my heart lets all expectation become obsolete.

We surely turned to the degeneration after evolution.

Therefore is sad without a reason, and, however, is genuine; do not cry.

We do not have courage to laugh off extinction.

I am by the side unwillingly without you being got rid of with such me who am slovenly.

Time abandoned by you will be a moment of my death.

It is paradise here.

I do all, and nothing does not have to wrestle seriously.

Daily life is over if I waste all just time and thing.

Anyone needs to have a sense of guilt even if I suppress a domestic animal and farm products.

It is very carefree paradise here.
It is paradise got rid of by God.

While everybody notices the fact, I waste a thing and time with a bare unconcerned air.

If you join by a hand with me, the place is paradise for me.
I do not mind to be where.

At the moment when the world is over, you and I will strongly hug it in this way.

Our blood opens like a flower on the dead earth and will attach last Aya to paradise.

A song of prayer such as crying may pray for the extinction.

I will accept extinction with pleasure if same as you.

It is paradise got rid of here.
It is the paradise which only our blood colors.

But it is pure white paradise.

posted by Uzuki Haruha @ 4/03/2006 07:07:00 PM 0 comments

Your cast-off shell.

When I wake every morning, in a bed, your cast-off shell lies next to me.

A back of you who were warm when I hug it is always cold.

I prayed, and we could be crowded with a beach who went well together and looked up at a night sky.

Wish that it be together forever.

But the shooting star has disappeared before finishing saying a wish.

In my still remembering your manual temperature that I joined together at that time.

A tearful face and the smile that you showed are not still separated from my eyelids.

Do not I remember your thing someday?
Even if there is not you, do you get possible to laugh unconcernedly?
It is unpleasant.
I want to be tormented all the time by your afterimage if I forget you.

I love you.
I want to continue crying many times at the world center.

Even if a season changes to me irrelatively, and row of houses along a city street changes, my heart does not change.

Even if everybody forgets you, only I alone remembers you every day.

Even if the whole world falls leaving I alone and left, as for me, there should be even your memory.

It is only it closes both eyes to have on me who am powerless, and to imagine you.

It is only to feel all of you to my whole body.

In my memory, you are always cheerful well and I laugh and cry and am busy.

It was you that taught me cries and a laugh.
I hug your cast-off shell today, and I cry as I was taught it by you.

And I leave your afterimage in a house and go for work and show it laughingly.

I always demand you for a heart and mimic you by appearance, and I am always with you.

I continue appealing for your reputation aloud from an island drawn on the center in this country.

I continue insisting that I loved you.

Even if you forget me and are rebeared, only I alone continues loving you who are in a memory now.

posted by Uzuki Haruha @ 4/01/2006 01:12:00 PM 0 comments