Here you go: I was covered in false images, just like God. You youkai give me the creeps pretending to know how I really feel. Even if I grasped something and used it to destroy the illusion and cool my feelings, it would be sheer stupidity. I won’t pay attention to small fry. For one such as I, affecting composure, to speak is because I become angry easily, watching hawk-like for my chance. I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” (1) Whatever you say. I already get it, though. My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view. They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. (2) My thoughts have dried up. Where’s God in that? My rage and other such things vanished long ago but though I perform my act, I’m ignorant. Still, this story is still going because I wish for it to reach you, listening constantly. I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell because I have the courage to accept disappointment. I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” Whatever you say. I already get it, though. My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view. They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” Whatever you say. I already get it, though. My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view. They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. I summoned you on purpose. I died-my heart rotted to nothing. “That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” Whatever you say. I already get it, though. I called you an idiot. Like smoke, you made me uncomfortable. I looked at you and woke up. (3) They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent. Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. We’ll say goodbye and if we fall in love again, let’s smile together.
コギトさんの椅子蹴ってるとこ無限に好き
スーパーヒスイ人は変装も得意なんだよな
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SUPER JADE PEOPLE
サヨナラで帽子だけ残していくのは
イチョウ商会なんて最初から
優先すべき物では無かったのかなぁって
思う.....
きっと心のどこかで後悔はしてるんだろうな..
愛されたい一心でこうなら辛い
この曲めちゃくちゃ好きだし更にウォロさんピッタリすぎます…素敵な作品を有難う御座います！
好きな曲ⅹ推し で好きすぎる！主さんの絵柄めっちゃ好き…。供給なくて辛いけど、ウォロ推しはやめられない。
ちょっと懐かしい気持ちになる感じの再現が凄い
最高でした………！！！！
ありがとうございます！！😭😭😭😭
圧倒的に顔が良い……
めちゃくちゃ似合ってるぅ！センスありすぎますね！ハッ！(゜ロ゜)！そうだ春嵐....ラブトロス、
めちゃくちゃ絵がうまいし雰囲気が出てて何回も見に来てしまう…
配色から選曲から何から何まで天才的
ほんとにォロにあってるし絵がうま過ぎて最高です👍最近毎日見てます😆
最高でした、、、
上手すぎる…（(,,꒪꒫꒪,,)）おぉ…
歌詞的にウォロだし
歌詞にイラスト合いすぎだし
スゴすぎる……（）
SHUN RAN VOLO OMG this was the last thing i was expecting but the thing i needed!! thank you, it is really pretty ✨✨✨
Get this hair off my screen
UOOOOOHHH volo In an animatic with one of my favorite songs?! Amazing
絵柄めっちゃ良い…
最高すぎる件について！
えぇ！！すごいです！この曲完全にウォロさんにぴったりですね！しかも絵が上手い😳😳
うぐぐぐぐぐ……！！！めちゃくちゃ素敵です……！！！(；；)
Can we talk about the auto captions though
私もこの曲でウォロさん作ってみます！！良いですかね？（パクリ疑惑かけられないように許可取りたいだけです,_,）
Is there any script or eng translation to this?
Shun ran is the name of the song.They should have a translation on YT
Here you go:
I was covered in false images, just like God.
You youkai give me the creeps
pretending to know how I really feel.
Even if I grasped something and used it to destroy the illusion
and cool my feelings, it would be sheer stupidity.
I won’t pay attention to small fry.
For one such as I, affecting composure, to speak
is because I become angry easily, watching hawk-like for my chance.
I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded.
“That’s a sign of vanity, you know?” (1)
Whatever you say. I already get it, though.
My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view.
They say that praying to be loved
is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.
Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye. (2)
My thoughts have dried up. Where’s God in that?
My rage and other such things vanished long ago
but though I perform my act, I’m ignorant.
Still, this story is still going
because I wish for it to reach you,
listening constantly.
I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell
because I have the courage to accept disappointment.
I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded.
“That’s a sign of vanity, you know?”
Whatever you say. I already get it, though.
My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view.
They say that praying to be loved
is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.
Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.
I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded.
“That’s a sign of vanity, you know?”
Whatever you say. I already get it, though.
My breaths will surely grow smoky too and appear on the things blocking my view.
They say that praying to be loved
is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.
Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.
I summoned you on purpose. I died-my heart rotted to nothing.
“That’s a sign of vanity, you know?”
Whatever you say. I already get it, though.
I called you an idiot. Like smoke, you made me uncomfortable. I looked at you and woke up. (3)
They say that praying to be loved
is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.
Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye.
We’ll say goodbye and if we fall in love again, let’s smile together.