The song of enlightenment is heard,
if you will do the best to realize an epoch-changing
It is said that the flapping of a bird’s wing killed last night
will take my body to tomorrow
There are street lamps at even intervals
Even if you turn a corner, you should continue to make a night journey
I wonder if I can disappear in green in the forest
The break in the clouds is seen far away
In the break in the scattered street lamps, cars are driving at even intervals
No matter how much time passes, the tip of a shoelace loosen is no dryer
Something I heard from a neighboring town
It is just the sound of knocking on the door
Always I have never thought the feeling hidden at the back of speaking
Even I cannot have gripped the shoulder,
but have hidden my feeling at the back of speaking
Always I have never thought it dissolves into the morning dew
The song of enlightenment is heard,
if you will do the best to realize an epoch-changing
It is said that the flapping of a bird’s wing killed last night
will take a body to tomorrow
Our body gets back to the land or word remains to be in the air
On the day it never changes, we are confused by the passage of time
Soon I have missed that time, but I have never touched on the window
I have just seen the sight outside of the window
I've finally got Black Line on physical copy and this record actually blew my mind. There's so much beauty to this album but also its so crushingly heavy and extreme in an audio sense, Respire don't hold back they just let everything go and beyond, amazing!! Darknight
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I have already talked about my love for Asunojokei, but it is still as strong. The screaming and whining on this album is especially good, Asunojokei continues to impress me. egomelancholy