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• Artiste: Exist†trace
• Titre: Vanguard (english)
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Someone's song quietly flows amidst the softly mist Glistening like a drop of water, the timbre plays the music of the beat Fangs are bitten off before they open their eyes Now made to listen to that softly trembling voice Shining in the evening mist, a song of rapture and anguish resounds Fangs are bitten off before they open their eyes Burn that trembling voice Limitlessly, bluely, deeply to the origin of the transparent sky If I can return someday Alone in a world with wounded limitations, let's collapse The beat, that's still circulating, heals the wounds Changing colors like the morning mist, the timbre plays the music of imagination Fangs are bitten off before their eyes open Burn that trembling voice Limitlessly, high, far like the fickle clouds If I can become free someday Within a time with limitations I seem to go astray and break but The beat still searches for the sleeping you Limitlessly, bluely, deeply to the origin of the transparent sky If I can return someday Alone in a world with wounded limitations, let's collapse The beat, that's still circulating, heals the wounds Fangs are bitten off before they open their eyes Burn that trembling voice Fangs are bitten off before a reason awakens Burn the disconnected senses