Credits to Maaya Sakamoto
Translations: Mumu + GPT
Ver2.0 GPT + Ancient Flavor
Infinite time has passed,
and all we have done is search—ceaselessly—
for the shape of truth we cannot name.
You and I…
Reflections not by chance, but by design—
twin echoes in this long, mirrored existence.
Simply standing face to face…
it should be enough.
Our souls, if we allowed it, would weave together without words.
But still—
we do not touch.
We dare not.
And so I strain my eyes to see beyond the veil.
I reach for you, again, and again,
through the mist of memory.
We are like fossils,
dreaming beneath layers of silence and stone,
waiting—no, enduring—until we are unearthed.
The rain falls, again.
Time is full, yet never complete.
Tell me—
What is love in a universe that forgets its own name?
What does it mean to cherish,
when even stars are impermanent?
But when you smile,
the very fabric of the cosmos shivers—just slightly—
and within that trembling, light is born.
It is as if the whole world takes a breath again.
A single breath, after ten thousand eons.
We…
the ones who could not protect anything.
We ran—through cities swallowed by sleep,
through the ruins of prayers,
becoming mist, becoming current,
becoming wind itself.
We fought to possess…
and what we grasped turned to ash.
We stole,
and were left emptier than before.
Even when I cried out,
the world answered not with cruelty,
but indifference.
It turned its back,
as if to say: “Are you ready to understand yet?”
and walked away.
Perhaps it wished to see
if I would still choose love.
A single moment.
A million eternities.
The first breath of creation.
The last silence at the edge of time.
Tell me, then—
what does it truly mean to live?
Is it survival? Is it joy? Is it sorrow that we finally remembered?
When I asked,
the world did not speak—
but it shimmered.
It trembled.
And from within the deep,
it released something long buried.
It was the truth.
It was my truth.
And quietly, it awakened—
from the depths of me I had forgotten existed.
Ver1.0 GPT + Normal Flavor
We who have done nothing but search…
are like mirrors—so alike, it's almost cruel.
Just by facing each other, we could be connected—
and yet, without ever touching,
we strained our eyes,
we reached out our hands...
Like fossils, we lie dormant,
still waiting to be opened, to be awakened.
The rain begins to fall.
Time overflows.
Tell me…
What is this thing called "to love"?
When you smiled, the world trembled—just slightly—
and glimmered…
as if it had started to breathe again.
We, who could protect no one,
ran through the city sunken in sleep,
becoming water,
becoming wind.
We fought to possess,
and when we stole, we were left empty.
Even when I screamed, the world
turned its back without a word—
as though testing me,
pushing me away.
A moment.
An eternity.
A beginning.
The very end.
Tell me…
What does it truly mean "to live"?
When I asked, the world trembled once more—
and quietly,
it shimmered.
Now, it releases the truth
that has slept within me all this time.