The sound of you blinking
Even the sound of you looking away
I can pick them out so easily
Sometimes I wonder what to call this disease
No one can understand the heart
So I don’t expect anything
There’s not a bit of deviation
In precisely recorded zig-zags
There can’t be more meaning to them
Therefore, no matter how I smile,
It’s not worth believing
What’s not written in the clinical charts
That’s everything
The heart beats
The heart beats
That’s all
It’s ambiguous, it’s invisible
There is no optimal treatment
Hey
How can I judge emotion?
How can I sort out my feelings?
An obscurity that can’t be proven
Keeps erring and beating, erring and beating
I don’t care about peace or comfort
It’s fine if mine’s a life of regret
What’s the reason for this disease that makes my eyes wet?
A message that knocked on the door of eternity and silence
I wonder how long I plan to forget?
With fingers that reach toward tomorrow
I count the things I’ve lost
In the emptiness
The heart beats
The heart beats
The truth is
If you charge into my heart
The void peeking out can be filled
Is this who I really am?
I can’t help but take a scalpel to my face
I can’t help but think love is a drug
On an operating table with no autopsies
I’ll never know the answer
You can’t prove everything with formulas
The enigma called the heart
And I, who can’t say how I feel
See through me
The heart beats
The heart beats
Tell me that here
There are no dreams you can’t wake from
―――how can I judge emotion?
How can I judge emotion?
How can I sort out my feelings?
An obscurity that can’t be proven
Keeps erring and beating, erring and beating
No matter how many times I reject you, shake you off
You’ll just be kind again, won’t you?
What’s this disease that makes my eyes water?
What’s the name of this feeling?