I’m fearing an illusion. In this moment, someone’s voice flies about.
My abandoned urges, you see… wither away so lonesomely.

Who will I become today… in order to break apart inside you?
The further and further I reach-

The futility of it all made me realize the cruelty of that illusion.

The fickle nature of common miracles
Constricts the meaning of my naked form.

Who will I become today… in order to drown inside you?
The further and further I reach-

Amid an expanding view, my mind grows narrow-
Amid an expanding world, my uneasiness came to fruition.
Amid an expanding view, my mind is nowhere to be found-
Can you still hear my frightened voice, even now?

Look at me, not that illusion.
Look at me, not those miracles.
Even if I’m exposed, I won’t be naked.
Even if I recreate myself… recreate myself…
I won’t be me; I’m so afraid.

I wonder if I can still flap these wings…

幻に怯えている　誰かの声飛び散る今
置き去りの衝動がほら　寂しそうに枯れていく

私は今日誰になって　君の中で壊れていく？
届けば届くほどに

虚しさに気づかされた　幻の残酷さを

ありふれた奇跡　その儚さが
裸の私の意味を締め付ける

私は今日誰になって　君の中で溺れていく？
届けば届くほどに

広がる視界に心は狭くなって
広がる世界を不安が満たした
広がる視界に心は居なくて
怯えた私の声は今も聞こえていますか

私を見て　幻じゃなくて
私を見て　奇跡じゃなくて
曝け出しても　裸じゃなくて
生み出しても　産み出しても
私じゃなくて怖いよ

羽ばたけるかな