tacica - HALO Lyrics

[TV Version]

Fantasy gives me a bouquet,
Laid at the foot of a firm sadness.

On a hill in this brand new world,
I'm waiting to find out just what will fall,
From this never-before seen mystery.

I pursued it again, not learning my lesson,
When to you it's nothing more than far off days;
A peaceful sleep that gets put off until later.

Ever since the day that wish, appearing as a faint light,
Got tangled up in your cells,
I haven't been able to let go...
That's all, really.

My body gets more skillful day by day,
But my heart can't keep up, buried in tears.
As I became an adult, what I left behind, forgotten,
Was a light slumber.

That wish that was like light,
Is tangled up in your cells,
And will never let go...
That's all, really.

On this stage upon which my body stands alone, even if the rain comes,
My heart will never flee;
It can only run toward what it holds dear,
So goodbye,
My midnight slumber.

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[Full Version]

Fantasy gives me a bouquet,
Laid at the foot of a firm sadness.

On a hill in this brand new world,
I'm waiting to find out just what will fall,
From this never-before seen mystery.

I pursued it again, not learning my lesson,
When to you it's nothing more than far off days;
A peaceful sleep that gets put off until later.

Ever since the day that wish, appearing as a faint light,
Got tangled up in your cells,
I haven't been able to let go...
That's all, really.

My body gets more skillful day by day,
But my heart can't keep up, buried in tears.
As I became an adult, what I left behind, forgotten,
Was a light slumber.

As usual, from atop the hill of this world,
I'm easily tossing that bouquet aside.

The one thing I wish for almost every day,
Is for us to meet when we're old and decrepit.
But this SOS will never reach its destination,
And I wonder who on Earth is making rules like that.

On nights so long I can't stand it,
They seem to spin and spin;
Inside my head, there's nothing but "sooner or later" and "eventually":
An endless pipe dream.

I'm searching for a solution other than "goodbye",
With the pure body I was born with,
And that search will never end...
That's all, really.

On a stage with no one to replace me,
I'll never be allowed to resign.
While on the other side of my adult heart,
Is a selfish slumber.

Atop a fragment of my individuality,
It steps, as the blood flows,
Seeking those trifling days.
Let the blood flow,
You, who walks forth!

That wish that was like light,
Is tangled up in your cells,
And will never let go...
That's all, really.

On this stage upon which my body stands alone, even if the rain comes,
My heart will never flee;
It can only run toward what it holds dear,
So goodbye,
My midnight slumber.