Showing posts with label Composer: Treow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Composer: Treow. Show all posts
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Chaining Intention - Treow
Upload Date: 2008.11.08
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: Treow
Lyricist: NaturaLe
Illustrator: 花雀 - Kazaku
Chaining Intention
The water tank that gets rid of my map and loiters.
A panorama that shakes the winter.
Lookit, behind the wall,
the faces of lies that the linoleum stares at.
I'm confused by anagrams, now.
SNOW. WHITE. BLACK. WHO. Me.
In the vacuum (space) that turned over (replaced) the cards,
I drew with a rusted sword.
I don't know the rules to the cipher (code).
Traces of you.
The dusk I shut out with my blanket.
I wrote with a broken pen.
I can't find the words.
SKY. WHITE. BLACK... But--
Standing back to back, the temperature that circulates between.
The sighs of four-leaf clovers. Put color on them.
White shine. Dye the freezing
scenery with warmth.
A definite naked face (thing) that touches an overflowing lake.
Sweet reach. Since our irises (eyes) met
and resonated (synchronized),
your sunny spot
and I, we were here.
Even if the thread on our pinkies is torn apart,
stuff into a bottle the jewels that'll scatter about.
Why feel? Bind my shivering
frame (body) with emotion (feelings),
and be embracing it along with the obstructing darkness.
Wish true. If light can start
shining on even shadows,
the world need not pray.
But, y'know, where will it hurt?
White shine. Dye the freezing
scenery with warmth.
A definite naked face (thing) that touches an overflowing lake.
Sweet reach. Since our irises (eyes) met
and resonated (synchronized),
your sunny spot
and I, we were here.
Sunlight. Let me sleep near
the hours when I start running.
A small spring season that the low voice I use surrounds.
With "if". Since the two of us join hands
and tie them up with a ribbon,
your sunny spot
and I, we were here.
Self Remix (Re:form mix)
Upload Date: 2009.07.06
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: Treow
Lyricist: NaturaLe
Illustrator: さチコ - SaChiko
Self Remix (Re:verse mix)
Upload Date: 2012.03.16
Vocals: 初音ミク - Hatsune Miku
Composer: Treow
Lyricist: NaturaLe
Illustrator: 夏 - Natsu
Lead Guitarist: ナノウ - Nanou
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Blindness - Treow (逆衝動P)
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Upload Date: 12/09/09
Vocals: 初音ミク & 巡音ルカ - Hatsune Miku & Megurine Luka
Composer: Treow (逆衝動P) - Treow (Gyaku-ShōdōP)
Lyricist: NaturaLe
Movie: 喜多嶋時透 - Kitashima Tohru
Programmer: C's
Author's Comments
"Since I know not, I see not."
Blindness
Please don't try to separate us...
Since I am myself, I am at fault.
I decorate countless blues (scars).
The gift of bonds (pinkies).
Father (he) won't come into focus.
The rainbow pledges (does) with regret the unknown.
The answer changes (breaks) the query.
On the stage (terrace) where I lost my balance and danced,
I was hearing a gravelly voice.
Commonplace hands that raise over my head and curtail my tears.
They correct (scold) me. I like
The mismatched comforting.
Fissures in my field of vision. The disarray of vibration (rhythm). I know with pain.
"It's for your own good." Oh, I am satisfied.
Since you say it, I all alone in the forest secretly carve in.
The sleeve I grasp. Those hands only.
Don't take him away from me.
I need your"
Only myself is at fault.
Countless intentions (threads) entangling,
I scream (cry) that it's a mistake.
Me and my common sense won't come into focus.
On a road where I'm not supposed to lose my way,
"It's USELESS to be sitting still."
On the stage (terrace) where my legs were twisted and broken,
An unpleasant sound (voice) pulled and rubbed.
I am showered in a white prison. The standards (rules) of others (people).
I don't know. I'm not mistaken.
A thing that can be verified (exist) with pain.
Don't pressure it out (force it out) by being conceited.
It's not right; I hit the correct frame with words.
"It's for your own good." Oh, I am bound.
No matter how I cry, the pebble (marks) pause and won't come to more.
The method (thing) I follow. These hands only.
Two vanish, it becomes three, the days when I vomited.
Even so, I run--oh, I want to go back.
Since myself is gone, you teach, and I forever carve in.
The sleeve I grasp. Those hands only.
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