Showing posts with label Composer: Neru. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Composer: Neru. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

ロストワンの号哭 - Neru

The Japanese word for "to solve" can also mean "to untie".



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Upload Date: 03/04/13
Vocals: 鏡音リン - Kagamine Rin
Composer: Neru
Illustrator & Movie: 456
Sounds: 友達募集P - TomodachiBoshūP

The Wails of the Lost One


Don't know if I forgot it in the classroom,
A thing even more important than a textbook or homework.

Suspicions numbering the centimeters of the length of a blade
Totally pierced my veins on top of all that;
Sickly love was stuff that rushed away,
And even my Les Paul totally changed into a lethal weapon.

NO FICTION.

I liked math and science,
But I hated that I was quite bad at Japanese.
The minute I worried over which one was correct,
Either or was an outcome said to be incorrect.

Today's homework is unindividualized me.
I am living nowadays when
It's not too much or too little
With no inconveniences--
But how come it's that
From time to time, no, everyday
We say we're sad, we say we're lonely?

Can you read this kanji on the blackboard?
Can you read the mental images of that kid?
The one who dyed that heart of theirs black--
Hey, who was it? Hey, who was it?
Can you solve this equation with an abacus?
Can you solve the loop on that kid's neck too?
Is it fine for us to be like this?
Hey, what should I do? Whatever you want, now.

It lapsed until whenever; we
Were drunk on slovenly hypnotism,
And we were forever concealing
Our arrogance that was nearly helpless.

I cannot solve yesterday's homework as usual.
I am living nowadays when
It's not too much or too little
With no inconveniences--
But how come it's that
The masses in the pits of our stomachs
Say they want to vanish, say they want to die?

Can you read this kanji on the blackboard?
Can you read the mental images of that kid?
The one who dyed that heart of theirs black--
Hey, who was it? Hey, who was it?
Can you solve this equation with an abacus?
Can you solve the loop on that kid's neck too?
Is it fine for us to be like this?
Hey, what should I do? Hey, what should I do?

Can you say the formulas of the area ratio?
Can you say what your dream was when you were a child?
The one who threw that dream also into a ditch--
Hey, who was it? I bet you already know.

When will it be when you can be an adult?
What on this freakin' planet is an adult in the first place?
To whom should I implore of it?
Hey, what should I do? Whatever you want, now.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

延命治療 - Neru



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Upload Date: 12/28/12
Vocals: IA
Composer: Neru
Illustrator & Movie: しづ - Shidzu

Life-Support Treatment

They stab anesthesia into their bodies,
Saying that this is happiness here.
If I look west, they're playing with dolls.
If I look east, they're falling ill businesslike.

It is strange. The inside of my head's on the fritz;
I don't get DELAYS, asphyxiation, LIFE.
I'm going insane with binary knives;
A cast I can't remove.

The condition of being lost in the space between machine and pride.
We wounded each other with our limbs covered with tubes.
The remedy is obscure within a sea of trees.
Please take me away from here.
"Look, I'm getting sleepy."


The wooden bridge that rocked arrhythmically
Raised a dull voice and crumbled.
I was kicked down by unsociability,
And I was laughed at by the sky.

They left me up on the operating table;
When yesterday's me was crying,
What would be good for me to wish for
On tomorrow that relies on miracles?

The condition of budding and receiving freedom and a vision of the future.
We were supposed to meet hugging our shoulders one of these days.
I lose my ideal land too. The isolation ward.
Anyhow, I knew it from the start.

If I totally believe it, maybe today and tomorrow I can definitely be at ease.
I say I'm to blame for it all, I say I'm to blame for it all.
I cannot at all become the sort of adult like I dreamt of one day.
If possible, then what should I do?

Do you have the preparedness to tell a lie?

Life support. Gimme life support.
Verification. The problem of verification.
The name of the disease. The name of the disease is "regret".
Now what?

Monday, September 3, 2012

再教育 - Neru



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Upload Date: 09/02/12
Vocals: 鏡音リン・レン - Kagamine Rin/Len
Composer: Neru
Illustrator & Movie:  しづ - Shidzu

Author's Comments
"A flower that wounds someone grows."

Re-Education

Our closed future that holds its own with running beside the national highway.
I close my eyes on the rooftop floor, and defy the gravitational field.

Things like morals totally dying, I kicked away a can of cola.
This kind of thing like youth is the what-th of this serif?

She who was rushing through life had an irregular face yesterday
In a suburban warehouse, and wound some vinyl tape around her neck.

Threatening our dreams with a selfish knife, our tomorrow cried out.
We blocked the voice of "help me" with a solitary shield.
Killing our dreams with sophistic justice, our tomorrow shed blood.
Setting a good-for-nothing fire, we burned our piled up memories.

That was right. The days we have no ambition aren't anything from way back when.
Pointing at us young boys, we were laughed at.

Pachinko like collected trash. Even for him who was continuing to hit them,
In those days, he did have a daughter and wife to love.

Threatening our dreams with a selfish knife, our tomorrow cried out.
We blocked the voice of "help me" with a solitary shield.
Killing our dreams with sophistic justice, our tomorrow shed blood.
Setting a good-for-nothing fire, we burned our piled up memories.

The furthest LONELY that won't get cured.
Ethics that we overestimated excepting us.
Undetectable blessed true aim.
Please teach it to me. Please teach us.

Wishing in this kind of world, bye-bye.
Only the voice that wants to escape from it is hi-fi.
The guy who doesn't ask about what we say is telling on us
To the teacher.

Threatening our dreams with a selfish knife, our tomorrow cried out.
We blocked the voice of "help me" with a solitary shield.
Killing our dreams with sophistic justice, our tomorrow shed blood.
Setting a good-for-nothing fire, we burned our piled up memories.