Exist Trace Vanguard
Someone’s song quietly flowing-amidst the mist*softly
Glistening like a drop of water-the timbre plays-the
music of the beat**
Fangs are bitten off-before the eyes open
Now made to listen softly-to that trembling voice
Shining in the evening mist-a song of rapture and
anguish-resounds
Fangs are bitten off-before the eyes open
Burn that trembling voice
Limitlessly, bluely, deeply-to the origin of the
transparent sky
If I can return someday
Alone in a world with limitations-let’s be sure to be
damaged and collapse
The beat still circulating-it heals the wounds
Changing colors like the morning mist the timbre plays-
the music of imagination
Fangs are bitten off-before the eyes open
Burn that trembling voice
Limitlessly, high, far-like the fickle clouds
If I can become free someday
Within a time with limitations I seem to go astray and
break but
The beat still searches for the sleeping you
Limitlessly, bluely, deeply-to the origin of the
transparent sky
If I can return someday
Alone in a world with limitations-let’s be sure to be
damaged and collapse
The beat still circulating-it heals the wounds
Fangs are bitten off before the eyes open
Burn that trembling voice
Fangs are bitten off before reason awakens
Burn the disconnected senses