If you notice once again, I would love the red within the dream that's come undone Reflected against a mirror, a yearning that looks like you, I would love the red I shifted my focus the the memories made wet by your dry fingers
As if becoming time itself, I became unseen by anyone As if becoming time itself, I became unable to stop anything I've come to want this throbbing that doesn't arrive, to excess
Stop time
The world I obtained is film A moment
Within the smallness of myself, I just want to see the overflowing images I've taken There are so many that I can't carry it all, and since I want to remember that voice that became transparent I want to pile up the images of moments I've obtained
You're not what I want It's probably not much of a miracle Film a moment, fill the moment, kill a moment
If only the world I obtained were expressionless, even silent Wanting to see beyond that, would it be okay to kill the future?
My index finger, your faintly lingering afterimage, it's okay to make it red I reflected you, stealing even the future Floating softly, a secret signal, you laughed
I don't feel anything, an unabashed fiction Stealing even the future
Memories become transparent, able to meet in dreams Become transparent, able to meet in dreams So I wrote my name
I want to become time itself, I wonder if anyone would restore me I wonder if they would want me