HIGH COLLAR Naru RONDO
Music: alice nine.
haikara, seisou danshi, mahiru no roji wo kappo. seiten hekireki, kyou wa butoukai de odotte.
mezameta toki wa hiru de, kubi ni wa hidoi ase ga. yume kara samete mo yoru de hakuchuumu ni yoou
kono te ni utsuru (nokoru) fukai kizuato nani wo nashi, nani wo omotte.
kono me ni utsuru subete no mono wa zenbu detarame to, oshiete ageyou.
sousei, kousei, kono yo no subete wa maru de tsukuri banashi no you na shitsukan, settei desu ne.
yume mo ai mo kimi mo boku mo zenbu moete kirei ni hai ni nareba ii kamo ne.
haikara, seisou jyoshi, yonaka no roji wo kappo. anten hekireki, kyou wa butoukai de odotte.
joukei, koukei, kono yo no subete wa maru de tsukuri banashi no you ne shitsukan, settei desu ne.
dare mo kare mo kimi mo boku mo zenbu shirazu shirazu ni hamari, odotta butoukai
Westernized, well-dressed young man, swaggering along the lane at midday. A bolt out of the blue on from the clear sky, today he dances at the ball.
When awaking at noon, his head was sweating terribly. Awakening from the dream at night as well, he was intoxicated by the daydream
In this hand, the deep scars left behind, what do they become, what thoughts form?
In these eyes, because everything that is reflected in them is all absurdity, give me an explanation.
The creation, the future, everything in this world feels like a fabrication, pre-determined.
Even dreams, and love, and you, and me, everything would probably be better if it was beautifully burnt into ash.
Westernized, well-dressed young lady, swaggering along the lane at midnight. A bolt out of the blue from the dark sky, today she dances at the ball.
The scene, the sight, everything in this world feels like a fabrication, pre-determined.
Even anyone, and him, and you, and me, everyone is deceived unknowingly at the ball where we danced