Hallucination - Yuya Matsushita

It's too late to delude,
and too foolish to whisper,
as we project our thoughts onto the moon and traverse the night.
Everybody is a puny bird
living inside a cage of despair;
if no one breaks the lock, no one will be able fly.

Your lips peel right off as soon as they are touched.
This is another dream, a fantasy as always.
Embraced and pulled closer like ocean waves,
I listen to the sound of my disintegrating fate.
It's a dream which I've seen many times,
but as for tonight...

Although sadder than judging if something is black or white,
although sadder than losing someone you've sought after,
this present moment is definitely not a misfortune.
If you believe in the make-believe called "reincarnation",
then in our next life, may we be reborn in a different land,
where the wounds on our bodies would not throb.

Are our intertwined and wandering fingers
a sin, or rather, a trap?
My chest used to icy, but now, its flames
begin to melt and burn, as I close my eyes.
It's a dream which I've seen many times,
but as for tonight...


In the end, the two of us found out
that everything was not a dream,
and that we could no longer turn back.
What we were dreading
must have been
the shadow cast from the light we were longing for.

Your lips peel right off as soon as they are touched.
But still, we touch each other again,
hug each other tightly like ocean waves,
and listen to the sound of our disintegrating fate.
Are our intertwined and wandering fingers
a sin, or rather, a trap?
My chest used to icy, but now, its flames
begin to melt and burn, as I close my eyes.
It's a dream which I've seen many times,
but as for tonight...