Time Loop - 宮沢もよよ

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Upload Date: 05/16/13
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: 宮沢もよよ - Miyazawa Moyoyo
Illustrator: トリダモノ - Toridamono

Time Loop

I can't get through it,
And I repeat it many times.
It's exhaust fumes, snow, bicycles, old women, and me.
I go between that tree
And another, and I look back.
What I was expecting too was the past now.

Again I'm
Only 2 centimeters from the world.
I am getting out of sync,
So as to just be dissolving.

It's turning into a loop.
My whitening breath and the color of the sky.
Even if I wake from my dream,
I'll still be within a dream.
It's overlapping.
No matter where I run to, even if I hurry,
Even if I continue to struggle,
I'll still be within mud.

A bus passes through
And the drizzle wets my cheeks.
The night when the turquoise sound waits for words. Now,
Within the walls of the subway,
A distortion like the swaying
Of seaweed left us behind and went vanishing.

The amusement park
That's walking at my mercy.
Crush one
Bubble of the town, again.

It's turning into a loop.
My whitening breath and the color of the sky.
Even if I wake from my dream,
I'll still be within a dream.
It's overlapping.
No matter where I run to, even if I hurry,
Even if I continue to struggle,
I'll still be within mud.

t's turning into a loop.
My whitening breath and the color of the sky.
Even if I wake from my dream,
I'll still be within a dream.
It's overlapping.
No matter where I run to, even if I hurry,
It'll continue to turn.
What round is it now?

祝祭と流転 - 宮沢もよよ

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Upload Date: 04/14/13
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: 宮沢もよよ - Miyazawa Moyoyo
Illustrator: あさぎり - Asagiri

Author's Comments
"I was just looking with you, at the earth that was flowing and rolling."

Festivals and Vicissitudes

The cycling solid earth. Overflowing vegetation.
The wind was howling.
Dazzling silence. The stars are just looking
At dashing ankles.

Villages are limbs that grow numb in the distance.
The dawn shines.
They connect and loiter
In this world. Now.

Ah, I stretched my hand out
Over the cycling four seasons.
I was having a dream beside a tomb
Known to no one.

The flowers I offer. Dancing particles.
My memories laugh.
I wish, just for a gentle demise.

Ah, I fixed my eyes
Above the days that went along.
Vibrant verses seen by no one
Were swimming.

Ah, I stretched my hand out
Over the cycling four seasons.
I blink on the hill
Where I run with you. Now.

I so want to have a dream here
With you known to no one.
With you, I was watching
The flowing and rolling earth.

植物園 - 宮沢もよよ

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Upload Date: 07/13/12
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: 宮沢もよよ - Miyazawa Moyoyo
Illustrator: 翠華 - Suika

Botanical Garden

Ah, I have a dream on the morning when I threw a small cracked bottle.
Ah, it's just like the inside of a whale's stomach. It continues to eat me.

Iron that rusted together and an exhausted harp.
A ball split red.
A totally stagnated swamp and some sort of sign.
The mist that enshrouds me.

Oh! Staying here won't get me saved. The ghost that escaped.
Oh! I could plunge toward a sky of humus. I continue to get lost.

Ah, I have a dream on the morning when I threw a small cracked bottle.
Ah, it's just like the inside of a whale's stomach. It continues to eat me.
Ah, a coffin that felt rough. I'm waiting for it to open after six hundred million years.
Ah, it's just like the darkness of cavities. I continue to wander.

Ah, I had a dream on the morning when I had thrown a small cracked bottle.
Ah, it's just like the inside of a whale's stomach. It can't be escaped from.
Ah, goodbye, world. The birds are now making it through the wall.
Ah, within the miniature garden, you and I continue to dance.

That's it, though.

鼓膜 - 宮沢もよよ

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Upload Date: 03/09/13
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: 宮沢もよよ - Miyazawa Moyoyo
Illustrator: あさぎり - Asagiri
Movie: tatsuhico SAKAI

Eardrums

A white color that's slipping into black.
Our March that leaks out.
I can't hear your voice.
The stairs the morning after the ceremony.

The dark gray of the rain that started falling.
June when they swarm into the plaza.
Your voice melts into black
And it mingles. It cycles. It touches. It bounces.
Tears, gestures, the hair I touched
Continue to dance.

My eardrums're tearing.
My eardrums're tearing.
My eardrums are tearing.

My eardrums're tearing.
My eardrums're tearing.
My eardrums are tearing.

My eardrums're tearing.
My eardrums're tearing.
My eardrums are tearing.

I'm forgetting your words.
I'm forgetting your words.
I am forgetting your words.