CITI

春猿火
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Overview

CITI appears on CREAM PUFF LIVE or a related official release. Entries are version-specific, keeping live, remix, and rearranged recordings separate from the original.

Lyrics

Hollow our relationships
In the unlit darkness, I start running, aimlessly, endlessly
Monotonous days going on
Broken formula, action & replay
Melting irreplaceable life, rushing to live, rushing to die, cutting it to pieces
Fading into a cliché song, fade out
The world has long since faded
I've even clouded my retina out of helplessness
I can only find hope in tomorrow
Surely waiting there is a stagnant future
Deceiving my heart with vague words
With numbed senses, desperately pump up & spit out
Repeating childish comedy
"Still not enough"
If I don't even know who I am, a withered heart and delusional words
How many times have I been deceived by translucent illusions?
The poor people poisoned and sneer
The hastily scribbled automation, an endlessly flowing mention
Buried by it, crescendo
Wanting to redeem something that became empty
After struggling, an unchanged status
It's meaningless if it's only value that isn't visualized
Values and judgment criteria have wavered
To a vaguely clouded goodbye, I like my one
Most of what I couldn't say is scattered
Wretched fate, capricious agape
Have pity, if I laugh with this spirit
Even the legacy I never obtained, in this hand, what's up, crap, crap, going on
Tracing the stress of a forced smile
Assimilating with the automatically flowing sound
For better or worse, inside a fairy tale
If looking down from above means winning, then it's already all over
A showtime convenient for the have-not weak
Obsessively clinging to a new golden rule without learning
A paranoia whose frontal lobe is paralyzed by total affirmation
I can't feel ecstasy unless it's extreme
Shattered, can't identify
Keep waiting for tomorrow, call it on
Hurting, aimlessly, endlessly
To recover the lost self, journey on
Fading, so far refraction flow
Throwing a sense of guilt onto someone
Rushing to live, rushing to die, cutting it to pieces
Unhealed wounds, overflowing water
Helplessly pouring into a broken container
For whom is the withered flower?