GIGS/Flower-Saki Midareshi Hana-

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Flower-Saki Midareshi Hana-
(Flower-Flowers Blooming in Profusion-)

GIGS



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Donna iro de kikazareba
Jibun rashiku irareru?
Biru ni kaketa ano sora wa
Oshiete wa kurenai

Mayoikonda meiro ni mo
Kanarazu deguchi wa aru
Tachidomatte shimattara
Kotae ni wa tsukenai

Motometeru mono ga nan datte
Ketsumatsu wo isoija ima ga tsumaranai ze

Sakimidarete karei ni mae
Puraido wa nugisutero
Hokoritakaku kokoro moyase
Itsuwari no iro ja
Honmono ni wa nareya shinai ze

Ima sugu ni hoshii mono wa
Hontou wa wakatte iru
Karada ga furue dasu hodo no
Saikou no suriru

Tadoritsuku basho ga doko datte
Ketsumatsu wo isoija asu ga tsumaranai ze

Itoshii hodo mune wo kogase
Yuuutsu sae makokonde
Kuruoshikumo kirei ni nare
Itsuwari no iro ja
Honmono ni wa nareya shinai ze

Katachi no nai hikari ga sasu
Basho de kimi wo matte iru

Sakimidarete karei ni mae
Puraido wa nugisutero
Hokoritakaku kokoro moyase
Owaranai tabi e
Itoshii hodo mune wo kogase
Yuuutsu sae makokonde
Kuruoshikumo kirei ni nare
Itsuwari no iro ja
Honmono ni wa nareya shinai ze

What color should I wear
To be myself?
The sky is blocked by buildings
And won't answer

There's always an exit
To any maze you stumble into
But if you just stand there
You'll never reach the answer

No matter what you're searching for
If you rush to the end, the present will be boring

Bloom and flutter splendidly
Throw aside your pride
Burn up your proud soul
You'll never be the real thing
With fake colors

You know what you want
Right now
The best thrill
That makes your body tremble

No matter where you end up
If you rush to the end, the future will be boring

Let your heart burn with love
Swallow even the melancholy
And become crazy and beautiful
You'll never be the real thing
With fake colors

I'll be waiting there
Where the light shines without a shape

Bloom and flutter splendidly
Throw aside your pride
Burn up your proud soul
On a neverending journey
Let your heart burn with love
Swallow even the melancholy
And become crazy and beautiful
You'll never be the real thing
With fake colors

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