This Roman is a new work of Sound Horizon, which is on sale today.
This story can be said to be the masterpiece of acoustic vision, and the download address is:
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This Roman is a new work of Sound Horizon, which is on sale today.
This story can be said to be the masterpiece of acoustic vision, and the download address is:
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Lyrics interpretation:
1. The underlined words should actually be read as the words after the underscore (). Such as: story (Rome), pronounced Rome.
Everything in the song is said in white and expressed in black.
The main lyrics of this song are expressed in dark blue.
The lyrics used as background sounds in songs are represented by yellow and green.
Several voices sung by two people or another person are represented by two other different colors.
3. The four-digit passwords in this lyric are all the coordinates in the standard 50-tone diagram. I will mark the password in the original lyrics in the format of [XXXX=0]; At the end of the whole track, there will be an overall explanation.
In addition, I wrote all the French readings and unpublished narration in this lyric, and I am personally responsible for any mistakes.
Reprinting is welcome, but this paragraph must be retained.
Jiuyu 2006. 1 1.22
Ancient Roman
1 the story of day and night
The story of the dawn of birth and the night of death (Rome) ... (Rome)
Ah … our lonely color is like a "Pierre".
The meaning of birth and lineage belongs to the meaning of death at the moment of your life.
The word 1 1 is "news", fantasy story (Rome) and "the fifth horizon"
"Rome ..."
"Is there a Roman there?"
We came to our hearts with the same pain while crying.
We smile at the horizon of towards the distant.
Your lips are in a circle … It seems to light up my poem … (Life)
The story of meeting one day (Rome)
We cried and came to our hearts with the same sadness.
We smile at the horizon of towards the distant.
Your lips are in a circle … It seems to light up my poem … (Life)
The story of our meeting (Rome)
The story of the dawn of birth and the night of death (Rome) ... (Rome)
Ah … our colors are like "flowers" at the moment.
The windmill of the sun, the cradle of the moon, the eternal story of "flame" (light) (Rome)
The "fantasy" (dark) story of the man who destroyed the doll's skeleton cheating time (Rome)
In the right hand is Princess Violet ... (Miss violette Cile's right).
And ... (aliens)
Princess with hydrangea in her left hand ... (Miss Hortensia Cile of Gauche)
Ah ... in this world that takes my place. ...
Can you give birth to my story (Roman)?
"Come on, come here."
"Thank you, Life"
The noisy sun's spinning windmill.
The cycle of death is peaceful, the cradle of the moon.
We are the "la Vie" wandering in memory.
No matter on which horizon, this poem will be illuminated. ...
This is-
The story of my death before the arrival of life (Rome) ... (Rome)
Ah ... we can never meet again, but we still have a "Rome".
-Keep singing (exploring) → In order to make you no longer confused …
The crack between "day and night" ... the swing of "flame" ...
The "gem" was robbed ... and the "arm" was stretched out ...
The rotation of the windmill ... the sparkle of stardust ...
The farewell of "angel" … the fantasy of "beauty" …
The intoxication of "wine" ... the escape of "saints" ...
The true meaning of "news" … the understanding of "horizon" …
Hold death in the right hand and life in the left.
Libra, which tilts forever in winter
"Goodbye ..."
Luo ... man ...
"Thank you ..."
"Is there a Roman there?"
"Is there a Roman there?"
"Is there a Roman there?"
2 flame
How many beams called peace have been illuminated, and a tragic war continues in the shadow.
All the people attending the funeral said nothing.
Even if you are soaked in the rain, go ahead-don't get wet. ...
Breathe with bright eyes in the dark.
Warm light hitting the top is a weak rhythm.
Books (papers) full of negative conjunctions (Ne) will manipulate history.
Whose "flame" is the blazing light that touches the top?
I have long known that there will always be suffering in the journey.
But unbearable pain will never come.
White dawn with tears of joy, black night with sadness and lament.
How many days and nights we have advanced are closely related to the living.
Blue sky reflected by eyes and clear ocean dissolved by tears.
We leave the people we love in the world we love (here)
Ah … alternate day and night until the bright dust falls …
Ah … alternate day and night until the beloved flowers wither …
Ah … day and night alternate until the hooked fingers separate …
Ah ... day and night alternate, endlessly circulating "life" (people) ...
I saw a beautiful flame (light) shining on the dark and lifeless horizon.
How many "love poems" will it light up in this hateful world?
No matter how long the night is, the dawn will come to this world-
For example, don't leave him alone forever, "la poupee" will accompany him.
Use this little coffin as a cradle to bid farewell to you who will never wake up.
A cheerful and trembling "violet" and a sad and wet "Hortensia"
Dedicate this poem, written by someone, to you who can't live any longer …
Did history create books or did books create history?
If you can't live forever, it's impossible to know.
The "fifth trip" that circulates day and night on the horizon
Will the day when separated people meet again finally come?
Whose lips are singing nostalgic tunes-
Ah ... singing "Rome" is ...
"Is there a Roman there?"
3 Invisible arm
Sleepless all night, the promiscuous female cat (Chatte) in the alley is lying on the ground …
Ah … that invisible hand is pinching my throat …
Fantasia makes the collapsed Ego (ego) miserable …
Drunk but not crazy, cruising in the attic like a small castle …
Ah … that invisible arm hurts like fire …
In Phantom Pain, I fell asleep drinking cheap wine …
"Follow General Alvarez!"
Dusk hangs over the ancient beast forest … two men who met on the battlefield …
The blond knight ... the red knight. ...
Fight hard, kill hard ... there are bodies everywhere ...
Who is the perpetrator ... who is the victim?
Immersed in the afterglow of the sunset, the blade is shining with black and red light-
What was taken away by his arm was his life.
The job is gone, and the lover is gone.
Everything was taken away, the worst life.
Always afraid of unexpected pain, so mediocre. ...
"at ordinary times (le plus souvent) ... you will hit me when you are drunk. ...
I ... If this continues, I will be killed sooner or later. ...
Goodbye) … I love you more than anyone else …
But ... you are not a good father to the baby in your belly ... "
Tufen ... Tuchampagne ... Tuo de Vie. ...
Ah ... break the silence of the sleeping forest ... that guy appears again-
The posture of riding a horse is like a nightmare … the fiery red hair is thrown in a mess … the sharp sickle of death …
The posture of harvesting the head … is like a windmill … crimson flowers bloom brilliantly … trembling needles …
Darkness rolled up gently—
Wake up from a dream and see the reality, but still in a nightmare (dream)
So ... since then, his life has been alcohol and madness ... with pain.
Cross wound on the left cheek, burning hair and dark brown eyes (pupils)
Kill the guy, but his arm still hurts. The "invisible" arm always hurts. ...
Who is the perpetrator … who is the victim … find and bury the god of death …
"Kill me!"
The knight mounted his horse again ... Time changed the world silently-
Two men (laurant) meet again in a foreign bar …
A drunk with one eye to one arm (drunkard) versus a drunk (Enivre joie)
Ah ... once brave people have no shadow. ...
"Step down."
"Wow!"
"You guy, who is it ... wow!"
"Good evening (good evening) ...
"Goodbye) ............................................................................................................................................................................
Suddenly fly out of the man's black sword (epenoir).
Liquid (mulberry) splashed around like wine.
The name of this thorny flower is "good night".
When I pulled it out, the name of the poem I was singing was Goodbye.
The name of the fallen man is Laurent … and the name of the escaped man is Laurencin …
The other Lauren just ... just stood there. ...
Who is the perpetrator … who is the victim … just increasing the number of victims …
Turn … turn … the windmill of hatred … jump … jump … just like a flame …
Ah … behind the colonnade … is the shadow of a teenager … those brown eyes … staring …
"Life can't go on like this ... and this pain is proof of my survival ..."
Stepping down from the stage of revenge drama … the first time a man thought of …
The rest of my arm ... the rest of my life ... intangible meaning-
A full glass of wine … its taste overflows in my heart …
"Is there a Roman there?"
Four cursed gems
"You haven't been here, have you, Laurencin?"
"Hey, you too, Pierre."
The miracle created by Mother Earth is called the largest gem in the world, a 30-carat red diamond (Trente carat).
Constantly changing the owner's trajectory, with a special 30-carat "Trente carat, Reine Mourir" registered in the underworld.
Locked glass (Vere) and elegant sleeping jewelry (Pierre) are in the dream of recalling the past.
It is a kind of harsh disillusionment, and the unspeakable arrogance is also in the outstretched arm of Desir.
"She" is the Queen. No one can resist and escape from the cage. ...
The sly girl (Feiler) and the old woman (Vier) dancing in the dark turned her head red.
How many heads did the Courtisane muddy princess (flower) gain?
Repeated scenes (scenes) colorful dreams, until they are lost, there is no way out. ...
"Blessing" has become a mockery of the fate of "curse".
The unknown "Rome" and the birth of "She" are closely intertwined.
The man dug a dark cave and didn't know it was a grave.
This man is digging a cave leading to hell.
Embrace fate in the locked darkness (eternity)
Dig hard at night and sleep.
It's like dancing wildly in literary poetry
The gears that began to rust gradually became crazy. ...
Incredible fog seduces men. ...
What appeared before me was a beautiful original stone that I had never seen before.
As if possessed by magic, the man held out his hand trembling. ...
Fortune ... Ah ... The lovely sister who used to make you miserable.
Fortune ... Ah ... From now on, we can get ahead.
A mine owner blinded by desire (Conducteur)
A jeweler with a crooked nose and changed eyes
A one-eyed craftsman who doubts his eyes.
Turn, turn ... Dieu roulette →
The seemingly solid moral wall is sometimes easy to be dug …
Fortune ... Ah ... Waiting for an unmarried sister who doesn't return to her brother.
Fortune ... Ah ... The winter night sky is waiting for constant love. ...
"Really, brother Pierre."
On the cheek … alas … the daughter of the doll teacher … the "twin doll" standing by the window-
"Alas ... when can I come back?"
Locked glass (Vere) and elegant sleeping jewelry (Pierre) are in the dream of recalling the past.
The quietly touched shadow (Ombre) melted in the bright red darkness (Nuit), and the thieves entered the room.
If you fail, you will be punished. The prey (thing) targeted by the mission that gambles on your life will never escape. ...
"Come on, it's hard!"
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Prince charming has some fierce kisses.
Ah ... "She" was liberated to the world again. ...
The miracle created by Mother Earth is called the largest gem in the world, a 30-carat red diamond (Trente carat).
Constantly changing the owner's trajectory, with a special 30-carat "Trente carat, Reine Mourir" registered in the underworld.
"Is there a Roman there?"
Five-belt stardust
"Hello, nice to meet you!" (Salute, possessed person! )
Put that outstretched hand—
Ah … my lovely princess (Etoile) tried to hold it back with her little finger.
On your way forward, the flashing "Etoile" will accompany you. ...
That rainy morning … the girl opened her eyes as usual …
Standing by the bed is a gentle father … and a big black dog …
The smell of rain … itchy feeling … I don't know why, I feel nostalgic and warm …
Little sister and big sister … two people … became a family, especially in the morning …
Ah … I can't see the stars. The light is too far away for my eyes to see …
Ah … what little sight I have left is also told that I will lose it soon …
Sorry ... Mom ... My name ... (Sorry -moi ... Mamam ... cenom ...)
Why don't you like it?
Ah ... sorry ... (ah ... sorry-I ...)
Get up the courage-
Ah … although I went out with Pleut, I didn't walk at the same speed …
Ah … you will fall down in the dark world with a drop …
Sorry ... dad ... my eyes ... (sorry-I ... Pere ... have an appointment ...)
Why don't you like it?
Ah ... sorry ... (ah ... sorry-I ...)
Thin belt (Hanas)
But I can't connect with my heart ... although I have my dog by my side ... I am still lonely. ...
People who grew up separately … it's hard to get to know each other …
Not to mention between people and dogs … that's even more impossible …
From then on, the two people … were together whenever and wherever …
It's just ... it's like filling in the blanks ...
My sister takes care of my sister energetically … My sister helps my sister very well …
Not my father's useless arm … at all costs …
That's … like rain soaking the earth, making it soft …
Waiting for spring under the snow … the small flowers will eventually bloom …
A sudden gust of wind loosened my hand … and left the belt …
But I'm not afraid at all … "invisible fetters" (Hanas made of stardust) are connecting us …
Weak girl-
But, ah … thank you … my sister (Pleut) accompanied me …
No matter where I go. ...
My favorite … my sister (Pleut) is with me … so I become strong …
I saw … the memory of the dawn when you were born in a dream with starry sky (dream)
In the dream shining with silver brilliance, it is a fantasy (dream …
Ah ... why did you come ... I hope I can finally understand-
Never forget … the world shining in the dark with you …
No matter when … ah … there will be stardust in life … glory in it …
On that night when the praying stars kept falling → Pleut quietly stopped breathing …
Mourning the dawn of raindrops → What is taken out of her cold belly?
Small warm puppy wrapped in light → black and silver fur.
-Then the wings of "Story" (Roman) will fly gently over the horizon.
In order to drive on the nostalgic and beautiful "wilderness" one day. ...
"Is there a Roman there?"
6 crimson windmill
The rotating Moulin Rouge makes beautiful flowers bloom.
The beating "Moulin Rouge" makes beautiful flowers wither.
(Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ...)
Glass sculpture on small hand ...
If that gem is praising "happiness" ...
What claw marks were carved by the atrocities of that night in The Times …
What kind of wounds did they leave? ...
A teenager who laments that he is just a weak person played by fate …
One day, I will long for "power" …
Is that … a "shield" to protect yourself with great power?
Or ... a "sword" that makes everything even with greater power?
What the hell happened ... I have no idea. ...
Crying crazy harmony (harmony of new moon) … the smell of barbecue (Saville) … the smell of meat) …
Who was attacked … I don't understand at all …
Just ... know a little ... it's dangerous here ...
It's like I'm carrying the most important "treasure"
It's like running away → holding your hand tightly …
Ah … two people who don't know anything just keep running.
Fierce men full of desire are chasing after them. ...
Like chasing stardust … hidden in the darkness of the forest …
Two people who know nothing just hold their breath and tremble.
Embrace each other tightly in desperate fear—
Suddenly your body is dragged into the air →
Those eyes full of fear/burning my running back …
(Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ...)
Experienced a crazy "season" (time) ... The "time" of teenagers flows like this ...
The burning moment (time) is sent away by the rotating "crimson windmill".
The jumping Moulin Rouge ushered in a moment of solidification (time)
Ah … if I can start all over again … I will make the little flowers bloom again …
I'm sorry … I won't run away next time … I'll die with you …
(Moulin Rouge ...)
(Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ...)
"Is there a Roman there?"
Statues of the Seven Angels
Known as "the hand of God" by later generations.
Sculptor "August Laurent"
Disappear at the height of the war and appear in the world with peace.
The statue wrapped in a mysterious cloth is his Banne masterpiece.
Unknown "Rome" with "Ange" hidden. ...
"Cold stones that can't talk are actually equivalent to the lamp of life.
People praised it as just a cold stone that can't talk, but in fact it is very proud.
What exists can only be accepted by both hands.
Like a warm kiss is usually just a concrete memory ... "
The "Mill House" is embraced by the sky and rotates on the mountain.
The studio refused all outsiders, and a shadow stood there quietly …
He didn't know that he was carving his child's expression (face) alone. ...
"What is missing is not the design at the fingertips-it is the imagination beyond reality."
"Ah ... light ... ah ... more light ... this is the light that creates melancholy ..."
Although he vowed never to set foot in his life again, his feet took him to the monastery.
He heard the children's laughter through the wall ...
"Your hand can catch it now. Gems (stones) are easily destroyed.
Never let go of that hand, even if it is attacked by something ... "
He didn't know that he painted his child's smile (face) every day. ...
"What is needed is not repentance for the past days-but fiction to weave fantasy."
"Ah ... light ... ah ... more light ... this is the light of redemption ..."
Even a saint can't stop quicksand.
The silver hourglass he prepared was only sand.
Take mother's lamp away from the little "flame" shining in this world.
Hate that talented and stupid man who finally struggled …
If you spread the wings of imagination, the wings behind the statue will eventually spread-
"Ah ... if there is no omission ... you will eventually smile ..."
"Is there a Roman there?"
8 beautiful things
Your favorite melody (melody) … harmonica) … resounds through the sky …
The angel hugged the canvas in the window frame … Hey … Is this scenery … beautiful?
This is (ce)-
The faint petals brought by the wind … the memory of spring.
The timbre is beautiful … The singing girl (Monica) … The song of the bird … The progress of the pointer →
This is (ce)-
Close to the sky … flowing clouds … memories of summer.
Wonderful timbre ... singing girl (Monica) ... cicada rain ... pointer forward →
Beautiful … the scenery you mentioned … will never be forgotten …
"Beautiful things" … In order to gather them … Life (people) was born into the world …
Your short season … despite the painful rain …
"Don't worry" … say with a smile … Your face will never be forgotten …
This is (ce)-
The window at night … the smiling moon … the memory of autumn.
Beautiful timbre … Singing girl (Monica) … Insect wings … The progress of the pointer →
This is (ce)-
Wrapped in the earth … sleeping snowflakes … memories of winter.
Beautiful timbre … Singing girl (Monica) … Time goes by … Progress of pointer →
Beautiful … the scenery you mentioned … will never be forgotten …
"Beautiful things" … in order to gather them … life (people) moves forward in the world …
The short season (Saison) that you ran through … although it was full of the burning of the fire of disease …
"Ah … so beautiful" … Smile and leave this world … Your image will never be forgotten …
At dawn when you were born ... I was just a crying baby ... and became a little sister-
I'm so happy … a little embarrassed … but I'm really proud …
In the wilderness of suffering and survival
Galloping in search of "beautiful things"
Travel to the endless horizon and wipe your sleeping face.
I feel more beautiful than anything. ...
Your favorite melody (melody) … harmonica) … resounds through the sky …
The angel hugged the canvas in the window frame … Hey … Is this scenery … beautiful?
"I saw the first beautiful light in the world.
Hold the flowers on your chest and continue to sing together, including Laurant's share. "
"Is there a Roman there?"
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