Playing on the koto with its claws all along; the beautiful crimson
Suppose if the sky became blue.
Surely it's probably not a sad thing.
The dream has been transient all along, never showing itself
The dream that I never awakened from seems to reach you.
Suppose if I could become a bird...
Surely it's probably not frightening.
Deception, mad voice, splendour, feast, mad voice.
Seeing me, hearing the hoarse voice
Always crying out
Only I will be given candy.
I'll tell you the secret.
The secret is divulged, exposed in broad daylight
The universe is inverted, black and white spin the other way round
Suppose if the sky became blue.
Surely it's probably not a sad thing.
Deception, mad voice, splendour, feast, mad voice.
Seeing me, hearing the hoarse voice
Always crying out
Only you are as you are
Please, therefore
The mood had been felt a long time ago, the wife of the tortoiseshell cat
Had always been crying
Only I am by your side
By your side...
Seeing me, hearing the hoarse voice
Always crying out
Only I will be given candy.
I'll tell you the secret.
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