Antikythera – Narrow step

The answer I couldn’t say is still in my hand
The hope that won’t disappear is at your window
My resounding voice is a letter that won’t be delivered
Now I’ll take your hand and we’ll sink with wrong impressions

You turn your back to whichever is the same, starry sky or defeat
If you have one answer, even hesitation is a forgotten light

If I kick the door, now a dream has opened
Ideals were piled up and covered in sand

The answer I couldn’t say is still in my hand
The era that won’t disappear is at your window
My resounding voice is a letter that won’t be delivered
I’ll take your hand which I enclosed in mine and we’ll sink

In a dark trance with nobody else, I can’t be seen even if I scream
If we return to the calm at the depth we sunk to, our escape won’t be cut off!

I regarded the vast land as shadows cast on white paper
Staring at you who hates the overhead signs

The answer I couldn’t say is still in my hand
The hope that won’t disappear is at your window
My resounding voice is a letter that won’t be delivered
I’ll take your hand which I enclosed in mine

The twinkling light is in my hand
Bonds that came undone, just above my eyelids
My resounding voice is a letter that won’t be delivered
Embracing the mist that wraps up the bonds and the disappearing stars

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