Fictional World - 蝶々P

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Upload Date: 07/26/13
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: 蝶々P - ChōchōP
Illustrator & Movie: Nidy-2D-

Fictional World

Your voice that echoed within me
Was erased by the days that were passing by.
With my back to the evening sun that sinks toward a distant sky,
I hide my overflowing thoughts--

Bad lies and light words of praise too,
To me, are footprints not to vanish.
If your chest is agonizing even if you breathe,
It is fine if you spit just about everything out.

My thoughts shake in the scene that loiters
On the other side of the screen, and could even crumble--

Listen, it's cruel, y'know, it sure is.
Though I know of not wanting to see
This kind of reality,
Is it fine to simply close my eyes?
Though the things I wanted are all ceasing to be and vanishing,
I'll surely find the reason I'm living even after this.

As I can't convey a single word,
Am I regretting and crying here, you think?
If I assume I won't choose these feelings,
What will tomorrow's me say to you, you think?

Is the best I can do waving my hand at the child
Who's crying on the other side of the glass?
I only get just sad about the point when
I tried thinking about that kind of thing.

It's obnoxious, okay, or something.
Though I know of not wanting to listen to
This kind of tumult and the like,
Is it fine to simply cover my ears?
No matter how much I wish
That I was a hero,
The world is being made so as that
These hands won't get through, I think.

I again cover these
Ears with both of my hands,
And close my eyes so as to
Not be blinded--
"It is fine to stare only forward and not live."
I told that kind of thing today too.

Listen, it's a bunch of not-good things.
Though I know of wanting to cry in
That kind of loneliness,
Is it fine to simply give up?
Will you make your pretending to not
Notice into your resignation now?
I wonder if I can still go to meet you if it's now.

Now it's fine no matter what happens.
If you stab this kind of reality in the back,
Refuse the me whom you only
Liked after that, would you.
Though the things I wanted are all
Ceasing to be and vanishing,
I'll surely find
The reason I'm living even after this.

幻奏サティスファクション - 蝶々P

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Upload Date: 04/09/13
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: 蝶々P - ChōchōP
Illustrator: Nidy-2D-

Ilusion Satisfaction

The internal conditions of my idealistic argument.
There's no counting on something like God, see.
An estimation of probability.
Something like "for example" is exceedingly comical, see.

I kill my breath and shout today too.
I'm right here.

Since I call out your name, respond, would you.
Now I am able to go on living even with just that.
Satisfy me with that reason, would you,
At least until I can sleep tonight too.

My sweet sighs do coil around themselves,
Like the hair on my head.
It's against my will, but I do pour it in,
So as to not make it be blocked.

I'm not strong enough to be able to hide my lies
And swallow them down.

Pay attention to the words I breathe, would you.
It's just like everything turned upside-down.
Destroy until there's nothing left, would you.
Since I don't need this kind of me either, hurry up.

It's fine for there to be no future nor past.
It's fine for something like tomorrow to not come.
It does get crumpled up anyhow.
Hey, is that the case?

Since I call out your name, respond, would you.
Now I am able to go on living even with just that.
Pay attention to the word called "like", would you.
This kind of thing, it's just a phantasyplay (illusion).

Your name.

Black Board - 蝶々P

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Upload Date: 03/26/12
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: 蝶々P - ChōchōP
Illustrator: Nidy-2D-

Author's Comments
"The story of a white then at last black guy.
With this, I wonder, can we become one?"

Black Board

My tears toward you are the same as that one day's.
My agonizing thoughts are the same as always.
My lovely feelings are the same as yesterday's.
My unwavering thoughts will be the same tomorrow.

Everyone visualizes their consciousness,
But isn't what I can see two colors?
If only a number of people have color,
Aren't my eyes already abnormal?

I make what I can see into the victim,
And stretch my hands out to what I can't see;
Unable to be mixed with each other,
I repetitively draw and erase them.

I paint apart a black, black board stark white,
And I do want to try drawing myself there.
No matter how long the traces of your cold fingers
That touched my cheek lapse, they won't vanish.

Each time I stare deeply into your eyes,
Lines multiply in my body.
Each time my hand comes in contact with you,
Your body is still wearing out.

You vanish little by little and become ash.
I look at that and somehow laugh.

I paint out a white, white room pitch black,
And I do want to try changing myself there,
Since even if the current me can still see
But you, I want to try embracing you some day.

I make what I can see into the victim,
And stretch my hands out to what I can't see;
If they can be mixed with each other,
I will put an end to drawing and erasing.

I paint apart a black, black me stark white,
And I do want to try to be dyed the same color as you.
I paint apart a white, white you pitch black;
With this, I wonder, can we become one?