Press flag and listen.
The original song is by niki using the Vocaloid Lily. The English lyrics are mine. Lyrics: Watching one last raindrop fall as the clouds begin to clear away. Attempt to communicate with that one droplet seems to have failed. Turbulence, turbulence, the rising temperature Is making all my sense melt. I can send, I can send at least my hologram To that sad world, the last safe place left. But I’m being manipulated. Still I’m being manipulated. In that forgotten world, Tell me, what do you see? This loud noise from an unknown source emanating. Humankind, they say, gave it a certain name; maybe ‘love’? Yes, that was it. In this world of showing affection, they have brought ‘love’ into existence. “A trait that every human shares is the ability to love, no?” Install this world’s boring history; the redundancy is jarring. I pale and begin to tremble as the thunder begins echoing. Connecting… Connecting… Wait, the code’s not working. Try connecting to this world of strife. Infected, infected, by a parasitic glitch. Feel in your veins one true sign of life. Tell me, is anything new in sight? Really, is anything new in sight? I can only see a light Breaking through the gray sky. This out of control uncertain power I now hold within. Humankind, they say, gave it a certain name; maybe ‘life’? Yes, that was it. In this wretched world, we have to struggle to keep our ‘life’ from slipping from our fingers. “No human has to suffer, all tears having been spilt in vain, no?” We must believe… The sun peeking through the clouds is a reason to have hope. You step in a puddle; a sign you don’t have far left to roam. So, wake up. So, wake up! One rusty gear begins to steer. Now you can try to reconnect… A life with ‘love’ in its possession. Humankind, they say, gave it a certain name; maybe ‘self’? Yes, that was it. In this world of murder of those of your own, while still being able to retain that ‘self’, “No human has to suffer, all tears having been spilt in vain, no?” This loud noise from an unknown source emanating. Humankind, they say, gave it a certain name; maybe ‘God’? Yes, that was it. Believing their doomed world will soon be saved by this wonderful ‘God’ they say they believe in. “No human needlessly suffers, throat dry from crying out in vain, no?” We must believe…
