Toki Tsukasadoru Juuni no Meiyaku (Steins;Gate ED1)
Romaji
kisei sareta shikai mujihi naru juuni no shihai nogarerarenai
ansoku no asu o negatta te no naka no toutoi jishou no chihei e
torawareshi meiyaku arawareta gishou no rinkaku seimei no tenchi wa moumoku na jikan o kizanda habatake BATAFURAI kiseki no BATAFURAI anata e sasagu namida no BATAFURAI mabushii BATAFURAI subete ga-- ima kakikaerareru
mado sae nai rou ni tozasareta juuni no kanshi damashikirenai
atatakai inochi o kanjita aitai ni yuganda shinri no mukou e
kizamareta keiyaku zankoku de wazuka na hokorobi tsumibukaki shinkou inochi sae michibiki no mama ni habatake BATAFURAI kiseki no BATAFURAI anata o kanji namida no BATAFURAI mabushii BATAFURAI sore de mo-- tomerarenu shuusoku
fui o tsuite shimesareta keshiki aragau hodo ni muryoku o azawarau sora
torawareshi meiyaku arawareta gishou no rinkaku seimei no tenchi wa moumoku na jikan o kizanda habatake BATAFURAI kiseki no BATAFURAI anata e sasagu namida no BATAFURAI mabushii BATAFURAI subete ga-- ima kakikaerareru
kanousei no hitei imashime wa juuni no shihai seijaku
English
With my field of view restricted, I cannot escape the merciless control of the twelve.
While wishing for a tomorrow of repose, I headed for the horizon of the sacred phenomenon in my hand.
Pledge are imprisoned, and false evidences are showing their outline. This world of life blindly lets the time pass by. Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I delicate it to you. Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, everything-- will now be rewritten.
Locked in a windowless prison cell, I still cannot deceive the surveillance of the twelve.
I can sense the warmth of life. We seek each other, heading towards a distorted truth.
On the engraved contract is a small yet cruel crack, all while a gravely sinned faith continues guiding even life itself. Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I can feel your presence. Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, but still-- the settling convergence cannot be stopped.
The more I try to resist the scenery abruptly shown to me the more the sky sneers at me for my powerlessness.
Pledge are imprisoned, and false evidences are showing their outline. This world of life blindly lets the time pass by. Spread your wings, butterfly of miracles. I delicate it to you. Oh butterfly of tears, butterfly of radiance, everything-- will now be rewritten.
The denial of possibility is the warning. The control of the twelve is exercised in silence.