TK from Ling tosite sigure – Tsuru no Shikaeshi Lyrics

TK from Ling tosite sigure – Tsuru no Shikaeshi Lyrics

Romaji:

shisen ga oishigeru gamen de
anata no kaeri wo machimasu
uso wo toide uso wo toide uso wo toide
sotto nuide sotto nuide uso to oide
boku wo mite boku wo mite

kotoba takumi ni narabete miseru no
risou no zoukei de miseru no
jibun no inpei ni naresugite shimatta
anata no nounai wo nurashite

arinomama no boku ja anata no kaikan ni furerarenai kara
ito wo orikasaneta sono tobira wa kesshite akenaide

kami wo hodoite fuku wo nugasete maboroshi ni yurarete uso ni dakareta
boku no honnou desuka? boku no hontou desuka? uso no honnou desuka? uso no hontou desuka?

gizen ga oishigeru heya de
anata no kaeri wo machimasu

boku wo mite boku wo mite boku wo mite boku wo mite

risou ni oboreta kakae kirenai ketsuraku no shuugoutai wo
mada miserare nakute kono kyorikan de damashite ageru
arinomama no boku ja anata no kinsen ni furerarenai kara
ito wo orikasaneta sono tobira wa kesshite akenaide

boku no hontou no sugata misenai yo misenai yo
boku no hontou no sekai misetai yo misetai yo

maboroshi ga horobite horobite horobite horobite horobite horobite horobite shimau yo

boku wo nuida boku ga anata no eien ni furerareta nara
uso wo nurikasaneta sono yowasa wa mou tobitatta?

arinomama no boku mo arinomama no boku mo arinomama no boku wo nurikasaneta dake
ari mo shinai boku wo arinomama no boku wo nurikasane nagara
anata wo daite iru

English:

On the screen where the eyes are overgrown
Wait for your return
Sharpen the lie sharpen the lie sharpen the lie
Gently take off Gently take off Lie and come
Look at me Look at me

I’ll be able to line up with words
I’m fascinated by the ideal shape
I got used to hiding myself too much
Wet your brain

As I am, I cannot touch your pleasure
Never open the door, which is woven with intent

I untied my hair, undressed, swayed by an illusion, and embraced in a lie
Is it my instinct? Is it true? Is the lie instinct? Is the lie true?

In a room full of hypocrisy
Wait for your return

Look at me Look at me Look at me Look at me

A collection of missing and drowned ideals
I can’t show you yet
As I am, I can’t touch your chords
Never open the door, which is woven with intent

I won’t show you what I really am
I want to show you my real world

The illusion perishes, perishes, perishes, perishes, perishes, perishes, perishes

If you took off me, I could touch you forever
Did the weakness of repeating the lie take off?

I as it is and I as it is
I’m not there, while painting myself as it is
Hugging you

source: od

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