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Vocals: 缨缨Ei
Lyrics: 氷霜暗月
Arranged by: 魂纸
Album: 淪溺なき三途へ
Circle: Static World
Published by: bunny rhyTHm
Event: COMICUP28
Original theme: Love-Coloured Magic [恋色マジック]
Requested by: exitercho
歌詞
蒼染まる 記憶の欠片
微風舞い 奇跡を齎す
鏡のように 輝いたのは 目覚めの朝
指で 描く 明るい緑
息吹き 触れて 思い出積み重なる
静寂に 眠れる魂
夢の中 影に怯え
薄れていた足跡
見えない彼方へ
時越えて 呼び覚まされた
曰く付きの御伽噺
歴史の真理を辿って
組解く その意図を
水面は空 瞳の奥に
風雅に逝く 仮初の命
日差し強い 境界となり
自然に注ぐ
蕾開け 囁きかけて
翼広げ 最果て 自由に飛んで
暗い月 凍てつく光
星の海 燃える軌跡
静けさで縫い繋ぎ
波光は揺れている
黄泉還る 消えた言霊
声を澄めて 空蝉行く
歴史の意識を伝え
束ねる その知恵を
嗚呼 木霊する声
鳴呼 霞んでく姿
心を纏って 深層へ
虚実の狭間まで
遠く見て 四季が巡っても
サネカズラ 凛として咲く
誓いの在り処 求め
涙乱吹いてく
残された 古の鍵
過去と現実 共鳴した
歴史の秘密を守って
導く その意志を
Romanisation
aoku somaru kioku no kakera
soyokaze mai kiseki o motarasu
kagami no you ni kagayaita no wa mezame no asa
yubi de egaku akarui midori
ibuki furete omoide tsumikasanaru
seijaku ni nemureru tamashii
yume no naka kage ni obie
usurete ita ashiato
mienai kanata e
toki koete yobi samasareta
iwakutsuki no otogibanashi
rekishi no shinri o tadotte
himo toku sono ito o
minamo wa sora hitomi no oku ni
fuuga ni yuku karisome no inochi
hizashi tsuyoi kyoukai to nari
shizen ni sosogu
tsubomi hirake sasayaki kakete
tsubasa hiroge saihate jiyuu ni tonde
kurai tsuki itetsuku hikari
hoshi no umi moeru kiseki
shizukesa de nui tsunagi
namikari wa yurete iru
yomigaeru kieta kotodama
koe o sumete utsusemi iku
rekishi no ishiki o tsutae
tabaneru sono chie o
aa kodama suru koe
aa kasundeku sugata
kokoro o matotte shinso e
kyojitsu no hazama made
tooku mite shiki ga meguttemo
sanekazura rin to shite saku
chikai no arika motome
namida fubuiteku
nokosareta inishie no kagi
kako to genjitsu kyoumei shita
rekishi no himitsu o mamotte
michibiku sono ishi o
Translation
The fragments of my memories are dyed blue.
They dance in the breeze and cause miracles.
The dawn of awakening shone like a mirror.
I draw a bright line with my fingers.
In a breath, I experience and accumulate memories.
A soul rests in peace.
In a dream, they jump at shadows.
Faded footsteps
headed into the distance, out of sight.
The suspicious fairytale
was awoken, crossing over time.
I follow history’s truth
and undo the threads of its intention.
The lake’s surface is the sky in my eyes.
Fleeting lives pass elegantly.
The strong sunlight becomes a border.
It rains down naturally.
The buds open and whisper to me,
open your wings and fly freely to the world’s end.
The moon is dark; the light is frozen.
Trails burn in the sea of stars.
They are sewn together by silence.
The light waves are rippling.
The vanished wordspirits return to life.
With clear voices, they cast off their shells.
They convey history’s consciousness
and bundle up its intelligence.
Ah, voices echo.
Ah, figures blur.
They wear spirits like clothes and head to the depths,
to the threshold between truth and falsehoods.
I look into the distance, and thought the seasons pass
the sanekazura bloom in a dignified way.
I search for where our promise went
and my tears fall in a torrent.
The key of antiquity was left behind.
The past and future were in resonance.
I will protect history’s secrets
and guide its will.
Releska 
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