Mantle - Gaerea.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Vortex Writer
[00:01.000] 作词 : Gaerea
[00:34.731]Birth opens the gate of death
[00:45.384]Between the sentence lies the path of life
[00:54.384]Traveled by all sentient beings
[01:00.936]All are born
[01:05.261]All will die
[01:11.549]The unnameable state determined by illness
[01:22.597]Stockpile of gathered karmas
[01:29.077]We must pass through this enviable state
[01:37.957]Feeling that something is oddly off
[01:57.813]In extremis believers
[02:03.861]Surreal poetic flaw
[02:23.790]Terrifying, fascinating, magnificent mystery
[02:32.031]Everything achieved 10000 years ago
[02:37.782]Dictated on a snuff tape
[02:40.478]With a conflicting end
[02:43.271]Impenetrable, forbidden vest of lies
[02:53.054]The sounds and smells
[02:57.311]That made me forget
[03:01.670]A cheap solution
[03:05.943]To block our regrets
[03:10.607]Sailing alone
[03:14.743]The frozen rivers
[03:19.023]Surrounded by legions of souls
[03:23.465]But yet all alone
[03:28.142]Trapped within
[03:32.310]This solitude world
[03:36.879]Haunted by memories of foretime
[03:45.518]Running miles
[03:49.446]With nowhere to go
[03:54.031]A meaningless life
[03:57.479]A Broadway show
[04:03.199]Screaming for help
[04:06.991]Does anyone hear?
[04:11.702]Echoes in our heads
[04:15.694]What does serenity mean?
[04:22.767]Hope is an illusion
[04:28.967]An optimist′s prediction
文本歌词
作曲 : Vortex Writer
作词 : Gaerea
Birth opens the gate of death
Between the sentence lies the path of life
Traveled by all sentient beings
All are born
All will die
The unnameable state determined by illness
Stockpile of gathered karmas
We must pass through this enviable state
Feeling that something is oddly off
In extremis believers
Surreal poetic flaw
Terrifying, fascinating, magnificent mystery
Everything achieved 10000 years ago
Dictated on a snuff tape
With a conflicting end
Impenetrable, forbidden vest of lies
The sounds and smells
That made me forget
A cheap solution
To block our regrets
Sailing alone
The frozen rivers
Surrounded by legions of souls
But yet all alone
Trapped within
This solitude world
Haunted by memories of foretime
Running miles
With nowhere to go
A meaningless life
A Broadway show
Screaming for help
Does anyone hear?
Echoes in our heads
What does serenity mean?
Hope is an illusion
An optimist′s prediction