Furimuita Sono ushiro no (Shoumen daare?)
Kurayami ni Tsume o tatete (Yoru o hikisaita)
Amadare wa chi no shizuku to natte hoho o tsutai ochiru
Mou doko ni mo kaeru basho ga nai nara
Kono yubi tomare Watashi no yubi ni
Sono yubi goto Tsurete tte ageru
Higurashi ga naku Akazu no mori e
Atomodori wa Mou dekinai
Hitori-zutsu Kesarete yuku (Aoi honoo)
Kurayami no Sono mukou ni (Asa wa mou konai)
Kagami no naka de Ugomeki nobashite kuru musuu no te de
Saa Dareka o koko e izanai nasai
Oni-san kochira Te no naru hou e
Donna ni nigete mo Tsukamaete ageru
Higurashi ga naku Kemonomichi kara
Kikoete ita koe wa mou nai
Kono yubi tomare Watashi no yubi ni
Sono yubi goto Tsurete tte ageru
Higurashi ga naku Akazu no mori e
Atomodori wa Mou dekinai
Oni-san kochira Te no naru hou e
Donna ni nigete mo Tsukamaete ageru
Higurashi ga naku Kemonomichi kara
Kikoete ita koe wa mou nai
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Behind where I looked back; (Who’s in the front?)
In the dark, I raised my claws (and slashed apart the night)
The raindrops turn into droplets of blood and travel down my cheeks
If no place for me to return to exists anywhere anymore
Take these fingers, my fingers
I’ll take all of your fingers away
To the unopenable forest where cicadas cry
I can’t turn back anymore
Being made to disappear one by one; (the blue flames)
On the other side of the dark, (the morning won’t come anymore)
Inside the mirror, with countless wriggling and stretching hands
Come on, lure someone here
Oni-san, come here, to where my hands clap
No matter how you’ll get away, I’ll capture you
From the animal trail where cicadas cry
The voice that I heard is no more
Take these fingers, my fingers
I’ll take all of your fingers away
To the unopenable forest where cicadas cry
I can’t turn back anymore
Oni-san, come here, to where my hands clap
No matter how you’ll get away, I’ll capture you
From the animal trail where cicadas cry
The voice that I heard is no more
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These are the records of certain occurrences and musings in my life. It is probably not of much importance to you, unless you enjoy being a sleuth or have some vague interest in listening to me prattle about my flavour-of-the-month.
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