#sf-a2

Avert my eyes from the shadow when opening the door "It cannot end yet," the ripple calls back.

If I put a lid on the memories, can it be reset? That there is not everything. If it becomes that... Even though it would be fine.

Submerging into the pale blue, Being engulfed into the pale blue, Drown into the pale blue. Unquivering echo, obstinate wish. Meaninglessly spin around the whirlpool.

The trace of "goodbye;" I reached out my hand Somewhere, be carried to somewhere, until yesterday. I would rather become a bubble and be washed away Take me away to the depths of a dream.

In the corner of a tiny room, the moonlight shines in Embrace my knees; I escaped from the after-image.

Any time, you are supposed to be there next to me, right? Even standing up alone, I cannot do it...

Dye into pale blue, Fade into pale blue, Overflow into pale blue. The unanswerable silence, uncertain thoughts Meaninglessly spin around the whirlpool.

Never meeting again, that kind of end Always, always surmount, until tomorrow Expanding out to the traces of parting This kind of color, with a clear face.

The closing sound of footsteps, with somehow not noticing the door Please, pass by.

Float into pale blue, Settle into pale blue, Flow into pale blue.

The melting smile, the closed tone color, The screw meaninglessly spins.