On my way to the graveyard,
I encountered you
The ancient mystery agitated
A specter to the rabbles
A dinosaur without warning
On my way to the graveyard,
I noticed you
The ancient sorcery squirmed
You noticed me as well
Like the purest chalk,
back then there was no way for me to know
You were like a close relative to the symbol of death
No way at all
Don’t tell such a whopping lie
It’s just an analogy
We’ll know
We will be destinated to be a quarreling pair eventually
But
In olden days,
Back when there was not a trace to be seen
We had made a promise,
Perhaps?
You’re about to vanish when I return
And what was you name again?
What a simple question, you see,
Your name is…
The Grown Dinosaur
On my way to the graveyard,
I encountered you
Everything’s under control now
But nobody knows what’ll happen next!
On my way to the graveyard,
I encountered you
I chased after the grown you
You eagerly led me to the prosperous myth
The Cretaceous night is as dark as Erebus
In order to get it back,
you furtively yet gently,
Broke the price of the fruit of wisdom
How many times does the sky turn into burning red?
No matter what,
We’ll know
We will be destinated to be a reliant pair eventually
To whom does your skin belong?
To whom does your voice belong?
To whom does your tusks belong?
To whom does your paws belong?
On my way to the graveyard,
I encountered you
The sensational ancient hysteria
Don’t know its own exact height,
The grown dinosaur
The grown dinosaur
In olden days,
Back when there was not a trace to be seen
We had made a promise,
As I thought so
It really has been like this all along, right?
What your name is,
That’s such a simple question, of course I know
Your name is,
Your name is,
The Grown Dinosaur
The shadow follows me around
As I grow up,
It grows as well
The shadow follows me around
Like a specter to the rabbles,
The Grown Dinosaur