The Situation is Fluid

Vocals: Tama (たま), Romonosov?, Ginryu
Lyrics: Romonosov?, Ginryu
Arranged by: Coro
Album: Sky is the Limit
Circle: TAMAONSEN (魂音泉)
Event: C83
Original Theme: U.N. Owen Was Her? [U.N.オーエンは彼女なのか？]

Requested by: BaneBlade

[Romonosov?]
駅前交差点晴れ時々雨 握り締めた片道切符
背伸びしてこの街を臨む徐に ビルとビル結ぶとホロスコープ
追憶は決まってセピアかモノクローム 届かない過去 手伸ばす自ずと
摂取 反芻 まるで拒食症 食傷しクシャクシャにした原稿
エンドレスに思えたワルツ今は面倒でエンピツはまた丸くなる一方
歩くマッスグ その歩数 だけの足跡は残ってるのかな、と嫌になる
あの日なけなしのキュリアスしかないのに
梨の木の下何の気なしにした話覚えてるかな
今は神のみぞ なんてな

[Romonosov?]
ekimae kousaten hare tokidoki ame nigiri shimeta katamichi kippu
senobi shite kono machi o nozomu omomuro ni biru to biru musubu to horosukoopu
tsuioku wa kimatte sepia ka monokuroomu todokanai kako tenobasu onozu to
sesshu hansuu maru de kyoshokushou shokushou shi kusha kusha ni shita genkou
endoresu ni omoeta warutsu ima wa mendou de enpitsu wa mata maruku naru ippou
aruku massugu sono hosuu dake no sokuseki wa nokotteru no kana, to iya ni naru
ano hi nakenashi no kyuriasu shika nai noni
nashi no ki no shita nan no ki nashi ni shita hanashi oboeteru kana
ima wa kami nomi zo nante na

[Romonosov?]
The crossing in front of the train station is sunny, sometimes rainy. I tightly held a one-way ticket.
I stretch out and face the street suddenly. When you connect the buildings, you get a horoscope.
My memories are always sepia or monochrome. I naturally reach out for a past I cannot reach.
Intake. Pondering. This feels like anorexia—the manuscript has been fed too much and is all creased.
The waltz seemed endless. Now, it’s a pain. The pencil is still round, as well.
I walk straight ahead. I get fed up wondering if only those steps will remain.
All I had back in those days was a small curio
but I wonder if you remember the casual conversations we had beneath the nashi tree…
I guess that’s something God only knows now, huh?

[Ginryu]
開いて結ぶ間に消え去る数多の場
ゼロに帰れば次は貴方の番
手負いのまま苛む朝から晩
This in? Is this? DIS?
「A Starry! Starry!」だがまだまだ
何故だか物足りぬ景色の中
嫌な所ばかりに気付き過ぎる
酷い傷にKiss…

[Ginryu]
hiraite musubu ma ni kiesaru amata no ba
zero ni kaereba tsugi wa anata no ban
teoi no mama sainamu asu kara ban
This in? Is this? DIS?
“A Starry! Starry!” daga mada mada
naze da ka monotarinu keshiki no naka
iya na toko bakari ni kidzuki sugiru
hidoi kizu ni Kiss…

[Ginryu]
Many places disappear while they’re opened and closed.
When things return to zero, you’ll be up next!
Tormented, bearing wounds, from morning to night.
This in? Is this? Dis?
“A starry! Starry!” But there’s still much longer to go…
In a landscape that isn’t enough, for some reason,
I’m too aware of disagreeable places.
Kiss these cruel wounds…

受け止めた 矛先はいつもこちら側を眺めてる
覗き見た外界の空 瞬く間に変わりゆく
優しく歩み寄る針 互い互いに為す術もなく
憧れ混じりに偲ぶ 無意味と知りながら

uketometa hokosaki wa itsumo kochira gawa o nagameteru
nozoki mita gaikai no sora matataku ma ni kawari yuku
yasashiku ayumi yoru hari tagai tagai ni nasu sube mo naku
akogare majiri ni shinobu muimi to shiri nagara

The spearhead I caught is always looking this way.
I peeped out and saw the outside world. It will change in a flash.
The needles gently meet halfway. They’re at their wit’s end…
I reminisce, tinged with longing, while knowing it’s meaningless.

[Ginryu]
だからこのプライベートベルベットの空の下
思い出す嘗ての楽しさ 波紋呼ぶ意思の美しさ
噛み潰す思惑はクランベリー
籠の目に放るとある日の出過ぎた欲 I will never forget.
誰もいなくなる？いずれは。禁じられた遊び
Resurrection 記憶の片隅 lnnovation 喜べない事実
Renovation 不能なまでに 恋の迷路 刻まれた確かに
追いかけても 遠ざけても 消え去らない
また一瞬のみの真実を生きよう 壊されない内に

[Ginryu]
dakara kono puraibeeto berubetto no sora no shita
omoidasu katsute no tanoshisa hamon yobu ishi no utsukushisa
kamitsubusu omowaku wa kuranberii
kago no me ni houru to aru hi no desugita yoku I will never forget.
daremo inaku naru? izure wa. kinjirareta asobi
Resurrection kioku no katasumi Innovation yorokobenai jijitsu
Renovation funou na made ni koi no meiro kizamareta tashika ni
oi kaketemo toozaketemo kie saranai
mata isshun nomi no shinjitsu o ikiyou kowasarenai uchi ni

[Ginryu]
After all, beneath this private, velvet sky
I remember former enjoyment, the beauty of intention that calls waves.
The predictions I chew up are cranberries.
When I throw things into the cage’s eyes, protruding lust from those days appears. I will never forget it.
Everyone will disappear? Sooner or later. These games are forbidden.
Resurrection. In corners of my memories. Innovation. I can’t be delighted at this truth.
Renovation. So much so it’s incompetent. I’m in a labyrinth of love. Things have certainly been engraved.
Though I chase it, though I keep it distant, it won’t disappear.
I’ll live for momentary truth while it remains whole.

[Romonosov?]
戻ることも出来ず離れ離れの気持ち
君の目 君の耳 息止める 1.2.3 単純に探求心
１と１足したらいくつになるかなんて単純なことで
目の前にあった０や１じゃない答え無くして忘れ壊れてしまう前に
Hold it tight,hold it tight in holy night

[Romonosov?]
modoru koto mo dekizu hanare banare no kimochi
kimi no me kimi no mimi iki tomeru 1.2.3 tanjun ni tankyuushin
1 to 1 tashitara ikutsu ni naru ka nante kantan na koto de
me no mae ni atta 0 ya 1 ja nai kotae nakushite wasure kowasarete shimau mae ni
Hond it tight,hold it tight in holy night

I can’t turn back. My thoughts are scattered.
Your eyes, your ears… I stop breathing. 1, 2, 3. It’s simply a spirit of inquiry.
What do you get when you add 1 and 1? It’s such a simple thing.
Before I get rid of the answers in front of me that aren’t 0 or 1, before they’re forgotten and destroyed,
Hold it tight, hold it tight in a holy night.

受け止めた 矛先はいつもこちら側を眺めてる
覗き見た外界の空 瞬く間に変わりゆく
優しく歩み寄る針 互い互いに為す術もなく
憧れ混じりに偲ぶ 無意味と知りながら

uketometa hokosaki wa itsumo kochira gawa o nagameteru
nozoki mita gaikai no sora matataku ma ni kawari yuku
yasashiku ayumi yoru hari tagai tagai ni nasu sube mo naku
akogare majiri ni shinobu muimi to shiri nagara

The spearhead I caught is always looking this way.
I peeped out and saw the outside world. It will change in a flash.
The needles gently meet halfway. They’re at their wit’s end…
I reminisce, tinged with longing, while knowing it’s meaningless.

移りゆくままChild Is Grown
How are we doing？
重心を前に 再度握りしめるなけなしのキィリアス
失い得る運命とまたも分かち合う
How are we doing？
来年の4月は例年と違う 変わらないでアナログの心

utsuri yuku mama Child is Grown
How are we doing?
juushin o mae ni saido nigiri shimeru nakenashi no kiriasu
ushinai eru sadame to mata mo wakachi au
How are we doing?
rainen no shigatsu wa reinen to chigau kawaranai de anarogu no kokoro

While changing, a child is grown.
How are we doing?
I lean forward, clutching a small curio in my hands again.
We share our lives, so easy to lose, once again.
How are we doing?
April next year will be different. Don’t change, analogue heart of mine…

受け止めた 矛先はいつもこちら側を眺めてる
覗き見た外界の空 瞬く間に変わりゆく
優しく歩み寄る針 互い互いに為す術もなく
憧れ混じりに偲ぶ 無意味と知りながら

uketometa hokosaki wa itsumo kochira gawa o nagameteru
nozoki mita gaikai no sora matataku ma ni kawari yuku
yasashiku ayumi yoru hari tagai tagai ni nasu sube mo naku
akogare majiri ni shinobu muimi to shiri nagara

The spearhead I caught is always looking this way.
I peeped out and saw the outside world. It will change in a flash.
The needles gently meet halfway. They’re at their wit’s end…
I reminisce, tinged with longing, while knowing it’s meaningless.

新しい歌増えてくだけ 繰り返す営みと人波
お気にの場所減ってくだけ 月明かりに照らされる街並み
お気にの場所減ってくだけ 繰り返す営みと人並み
新しい歌増えてくだけ 月明かりに照らされる街並み

atarashii uta fueteku dake kurikaesu itonami to hitonami
o-ki ni kono basho hetteku dake tsukiakari ni terasareru machinami
o-ki ni kono basho hetteku dake kurikaesu itonami to hitonami
atarashii uta fueteku dake tsukiakari ni terasareru machinami

New songs keep increasing. I repeat work and crowds of people.
My favourite places just keep decreasing. The townscape is lit up by the moonlight.
My favourite places just keep decreasing. I repeat work and crowds of people.
New songs keep increasing. The townscape is lit up by the moonlight.