Before departing for the heavens,
Awaiting the selection of a fully functional CPU
Temporarily placed in the buffer,
I rendezvous with the Grim Reaper.
It seemed like a tantrum
Enough to turn the heavens and earth upside down,
But in reality, it was just the earth sneezing.
Once you reach the stratosphere,
Are you just discarded as irrelevant?
Aria lamenting at the boundary,
Yet the morning sun is smiling.
A fate chosen by the wandering observer,
Like astral projection
Or a backup of a past life,
As the suddenly blown bubble
Quietly disappears,
It’s safe and simple, and that’s fine.
In front of the angel’s altar,
A girl, blurred between life and death,
Takes a momentary nap,
In the dream where she flies through the sky.
Let it go around,
Let it go around the sun without me.
It’s time for the train to arrive,
I should go and blow out the candle to say good night,
It’s all right.
Once you reach the stratosphere,
Are you just discarded as irrelevant?
Aria lamenting at the boundary,
Yet the morning sun is smiling.
Thinking I should have done this or that,
Holding a bouquet of regrets,
Aria rushes into nostalgia,
Just a moment ago, I was alive.
A fate chosen by the wandering observer,
Like astral projection
Or a backup of a past life,
As the suddenly blown bubble
Quietly disappears,
It’s safe and simple, and that’s fine.