RONDO
Vocals: ON/OFF
Lyrics: Hazama Mioko
Composition: Nakano Yuuta
Arrangement: h-wonder
The opening of one or two petals on
the white rose
Colors our recollections from that
day.
Illuminated by the peace, the night
where flowers bloom
Is changing its colors sweetly and
painfully.
Like pursuing the luminous thread,
time flows into silence.
People who become lost on their short
paths are born again.
Your smile dissolves the cloudiness in
my heart.
How many pieces are woven like that
dream?
Even if the present were to be split
apart by the setting sun,
Our two fading shadows will keep
overlapping.
Endlessly distant, boundlessly deep,
It is truly like destiny in our hands.
Grasping again and again; losing again
and again—
Now finally we can meet one another.
Like how the sky longs for the earth
And how the flowers wait for rainfall,
The night is always in love with
tomorrow.
Our hearts used to be united as one;
Was this what you wished so hard for?
Relieving ourselves from eternal sleep
and meeting tonight,
Come now, let us dance our “Rondo”.
Like the moving of past days, the moon
becomes tender and darkened.
Beyond my recollections, love still
overflows.
If I can spend time with you one last
time,
I wanna become your shadow and protect
you.
Even if the wind blindly blows and
should separate us,
Please don’t forget to have faith.
Ephemeral hesitation, drifting
illusions,
It is truly like a spark gone astray.
While I was wandering,
I finally came across the place that
will not change.
Like how darkness shrouds the sun
And how lies are crying sins,
The past and future are moving further
away.
Walking around only to return here;
I’m certain that I chose this place.
Endlessly distant, boundlessly deep,
It is truly like destiny in our hands.
Grasping again and again; losing again
and again—
Now finally we can meet one another.
Like how the sky longs for the earth
And how the flowers wait for rainfall,
The night is always in love with
tomorrow.
Our hearts used to be united as one;
Was this what you wished so hard for?
When one or two petals on the white
rose scatter over time,
Will we be colored by the tender
morning?
Then, if I am born again as a flower
in your heart,
Our love will exist for all eternity.
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