Chouchou-P feat. Hatsune Miku
A disappearing echo, whitening out,
a piercing sound, a falling-off sensation...
I whispered among memories gone far away:
album get! （＊°▽ °）ノ
art show today, huh...
moving...
where were you today? got a cold?
tests are such a painnn... （'へ`；
album get! （＊°▽ °）ノ
art show today, huh...
moving...
where were you today? got a cold?
tests are such a painnn... （'へ`；
I will be right here a
art show today, huh...
moving...
where were you today? got a cold?
tests are such a painnn... （'へ`；
I will be right here a
art show today, huh...
moving...
where were you today? got a cold?
tests are such a painnn... （'へ`；
I will be right here a
if you wish for me, a
moving...
where were you today? got a cold?
tests are such a painnn... （'へ`；
I will be right here a
if you wish for me, a
moving...
where were you today? got a cold?
tests are such a painnn... （'へ`；
I will be right here a
if you wish for me, a
so, every day, every day... a
where were you today? got a cold?
tests are such a painnn... （'へ`；
I will be right here a
if you wish for me, a
so, every day, every day... a
Even an uneven foothold will do,
so can't you give me a single place to be?
Wouldn't that be fine? Sure it would...
When I spill out my withered thoughts,
pour them into a chilled glass,
the surface tension gives me consolation,
but ah, it's all soon to crumble...
My feelings spin faster than I ever expected;
I bare my heart to say, "somebody stop it"
Then soon, I noticed an urge I appeared to have:
that someday, I wanted
to escape this cage...
I let out a joke about how I can't hear anyone,
but is that an excuse to conceal my weakness?
When I saw astoundingly foolish ideals
and gazed into them without knowing why,
glittering light seemed to engulf me;
ah, it's all soon to crumble...
My spilling, withered thoughts...
And those astoundingly foolish ideals...
Now expose all your lies;
there's nothing to be afraid of
I feel it might make things easier,
so how about just giving it up already?
It's an childish world full of ugliness,
and I'm sorry for just breathing,
but the world's not yet so harsh as that,
so go just a little more,
because could just living
really be so bad?