時を止めナイルの岸に立つ 確率の看守嘆きを聞く 空に星座の不動を妬み 積もる暦の塵を吸う
ただ吹く風の音 無意味の眠りに来て あの日に消えたと 桃源の夢を見せ
時に捕られて地下鉄が来る さだめし都は幻の絵 空に不動の塔の間をぬい うごめく人は塵芥
まだ吹く風の音 黄金を背に隠し 何故見ず過ぎたと ナイルの岸へ返る
無数のレイヤ ー幾重も通り 聞こえる声は キミの名を呼ぶ 嘆きのレイヤー モアレを組んで 生まれぬままの 都を見せる
支流の川辺で賢者は撃たれ 選択の騎士は嘆きを知る 海で無常にたつ波を見て 逃げる時を追えずに
まだ吹く風の音 不変の道を抱いて 消さずに守ると ナイルの岸へ向かう
無数のレイヤ ー幾重も通り 聞こえる声は キミの名を呼ぶ 嘆きのレイヤー モアレを組んで 生まれぬままの 都を見せる
聞こえる声は キミの名を呼ぶ 生まれぬままの 都から来て
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Toki wo tome nairu no kishi ni tatsu
Kakuritsu no kanshu nageki wo kiku
Sora ni seiza no fudō wo netami
Tsumoru reki no chiri wo sū
Tada fuku kaze no ne
Muimi no nemuri ni kite
Ano hi ni kieta to
Tōgen no yume wo mise
Tokini torarete chikatetsu ga kuru
Sadameshi miyako wa maboroshi no e
Sora ni fudō no tō no ma wo nui
Ugomeku hito wa chiriakuta
Mada fuku kaze no ne
Ōgon wo se ni kakushi
Naze mizu sugita to
Nairu no kishi e kaeru
Musū no reiya ikue mo tōri
Kikoeru koe wa kimi no na wo yobu
Nageki no reiyā moare wo kunde
Umarenu mama no miyako wo miseru
Shiryū no kawabe de kenja wa utare
Sentaku no kishi wa nageki wo shiru
Umi de mujō ni tatsu nami wo mite
Nigeru toki wo oezu ni
Mada fuku kaze no ne
Fuhen no michi wo daite
Kesazu ni mamoruto
Nairu no kishi e mukau
Musū no reiya ikue mo tōri
Kikoeru koe wa kimi no na wo yobu
Nageki no reiyā moare wo kunde
Umarenu mama no miyako wo miseru
Kikoeru koe wa kimi no na wo yobu
Umarenu mama no miyako kara kite
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Hearing the lament of the guards of probability,
Time stops as they stand by the bank of the Nile.
Breathing in the accumulating dust of the almanac,
Jealous of the steadfastness of the constellations in the sky.
Fall into a slumber that bears no meaning
simply by the sound of the blowing wind.
Reveal the dream of Shangri-La
that disappeared on that day.
Surely this metropolis is a vision of illusions
as the subway train that is sometimes caught by YOU comes.
The people wriggling are rubbish
threading space in the steadfast tower in the sky.
By the sound of the blowing wind,
conceal the gold behind YOUR back.
Returning to the banks of the Nile,
how have YOU not seen the days long past?
The countless layers, the endless paths,
the voice YOU hear is calling YOUR name.
In the layers of grief, weave the Moiré pattern.
The stillborn metropolis is revealed.
At the edge of the tributary, a philosopher is beaten.
The knights of choice know sorrow.
Witness the waves bobbing with uncertainty in the sea.
The fleeting time is no longer pursued.
By the sound of the blowing wind,
embrace the eternal path,
facing the bank of the Nile,
protecting it rather than erasing it.
The countless layers, the endless paths,
the voice YOU hear is calling YOUR name.
In the layers of grief, weave the Moiré pattern.
The stillborn metropolis is revealed.
The voice YOU hear is calling YOUR name.
Make YOUR arrival from the stillborn metropolis.
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