Gekidou- UVERWorld

Having keen eyes,
hearing those cliché phrases,
or being someone’s copy can’t satisfy me.
I don’t want the spark
because it’ll one day come at me as the threat of a tiger.

The best plays are made at the end of a dark season. The first stage is in the house,
and I don’t feel like I can lose this battle.
Let’s fight it out 24/7.

Even if I’m stuck in a blue world, I’ll laugh everything off.
And because I’ve now lost the sun, I’ll go find the moon.

We lost sight of things that were clear before,
and now we’re drowning in the sea of our memories.
But why? Why do I act like
I never made those promises and move on to the next passport?

Like the cloud,
I’ve lost my insistence.
I’m tired of the flatterers I meet everyday.
The spark is about to die,
and although it’s dying slowly, I won’t think twice of what I said.

The best plays are made at the end of a dark season. The first stage is in the house,
and I carefully search for the doors to Elysium so that I can send him there.

What you get from pretty words you half-heartedly put down on papers
is just a desperately put together, empty story of pretty words.

Let’s leave a bit of our important memories here.
It’ll be too heavy to carry them all across the sea.
And the next time we meet, let’s joyfully reminisce on these memories.

Rebel one, when will the eternal voice, again, reach my heart?
Rebel one, I want to hear, again, the eternal voice.
Rebel one, when will the eternal voice, again, reach my heart?
Rebel one, this is the turning point.

G9, that one column confuses the brain alteration from a shock.

Base, ability, mind

Round 1, go ahead and keep barking from that unsightly place.
There’s going to be an all-out instant that was gained devouring the discouragements. The punch is full of G9.
And it causes a brain alteration just from its shock.
Rebel one, shake violently again, it’ll blow out your eardrums.
Rebel one, shake violently again.

My eyes that can no longer find the sun
will now, never reflect and shine off the moon.
Following my endless desires and wishes,
I’ll walk aimlessly, looking for something nonexistent.

We lost sight of things that were clear before,
and now we’re drowning in the sea of our memories.
But why? Why do I act like
I never made those promises and move on to the next passport?

Let’s leave a bit of our important memories here.
It’ll be too heavy to carry them all across the sea.
And the next time we meet, let’s joyfully reminisce on these memories.

If we successfully leave them here, we won’t drown or discard and meet back here.
Rebel one, when will the eternal voice, again, reach my heart?
Rebel one, this is the turning point.

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