Producer: Re:nG
Base translation: BerrySubs
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Bleak sands had thrown away my dreams and fears
But as the bitter years passed on by, a seed of regret remained.
Tales of past loves are wearily heard once more
And suddenly a shadow suffocates and covers me again.
Arguments stoke the flames that are made in order for the sake of peace.
Slowly, I find that I don’t have the will to feel complete.
Everywhere I turn, I would still see cracks in every point of view.
All of this envy and confusion and pity has made my world so askew.
Well today, I’ll still dance on while holding onto my sins.
Tomorrow, a chaining ballet will cycle around and then begin.
So, let us link arms and face this tragedy head on
Since we will eventually cling on to hope on this wayward journey.
Ah, ‘ternity is a lie, yet we like to hold on to last goodbyes.
Fabricated futures and past mistakes clamp down onto me and mutate
The wishes I made, into curses that I had to fulfill.
Standing still on the stage is the lone pierrot.
Rich tragedies are displayed and then sold for a cheap grin.
Dry applause echoes and reverberates.
Hidden secrets are slowly peeled away and then cause me to spin.
The hate inside me multiplies until I am unable to breathe.
I thought that I knew the truth, but now I can’t even see.
What are we supposed to do with this fate of being alone
When we cannot turn back or we cannot go on to find a place to call home?
But oh, what was that thing I had overlooked in that dream?
I recall seeing you wave your hand in one gentle idyllic scene.
Hey, if after all this time, I finally arrive there someday,
In this tale, will you wave at me in the same tender way that you did before?
Suddenly, I feel all of my aches and tensions start to fly away.
Blessings of love when I felt down, silly smiles that chased my frowns.
In my heart, these memories shook me and became my light…
…Its guidance just came too late, I was already too strained,
And, now, when we finally meet again, the end is near.
But today, I’ll still dance on while holding onto my sins.
Tomorrow, a chaining ballet will still cycle around and then begin.
Hey, though I’d like to excuse that act occurring once more,
I know that this cracked glass won’t be the same as before.
Memories faded away and the decay began to burn down from my eyes.
Fabricated futures and past mistakes clamped down onto me and mutated
The wishes I made, into curses that I had to fulfill.
