This beatmap was submitted using in-game submission on sexta-feira, 13 de setembro de 2019 at 19:04:43
Artist: amazarashi
Title: Yuurei
Tags: 命にふさわしい inochi ni fusawashii ep spoken word calm cut version yshadowxop_
BPM: 77,5
Filesize: 2272kb
Play Time: 01:00
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Download: amazarashi - Yuurei
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幽霊
Yuurei
Thanks yShadowXOP_ for hitsounds
Artist: amazarashi
Title: Yuurei
Tags: 命にふさわしい inochi ni fusawashii ep spoken word calm cut version yshadowxop_
BPM: 77,5
Filesize: 2272kb
Play Time: 01:00
Difficulties Available:
Download: amazarashi - Yuurei
Information: Scores/Beatmap Listing
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Lyrics
在りし日の幻影を
ハンガーにぶら下げて
多情な少年は
出がけに人影を見る
去り行くものに外套を着せて
見送る先は風ばかり
かじかむ指先でドアを開けて
未練を置きざりにして街に出る
繁華街で馴染みの顔と
音のしない笑い声
喧噪が静寂
楽しいと喜びが反比例しだして
意識の四隅に沈殿する
小さな後悔ばかりを
うんざりする程看取り続けて
一人の部屋に帰る頃
どうでもいい落日が
こんな情緒をかき混ぜるから
見えざるものが見えてくる
幽霊 夕暮れ 留守電
がらんどうの部屋
I hang phantoms of my past.
Out to dry on the hangers.
The sentimental young boy,
Sees a figure as he is about to leave.
A coat draped over him from those parted with.
Only the wind is there to see him off.
His frostbitten fingers open the door,
He drops his regrets by his feet and leaves town.
Downtown sees him greeted by a friendly face,
Along with a silent laughing voice.
The bustle turns to stillness.
Every bit of fun you have is happiness you don’t.
And precipitating in the four corners of consciousness,
Are tiny droplets of remorse.
The tedious vigil by their deathbeds continues.
When I finally return to my room alone,
Awash in the indifference of the setting sun,
And these feelings of mine all blended up,
These invisible beings spring into view.
Spectres, an answering machine,
In a vacant, twilight room.
ハンガーにぶら下げて
多情な少年は
出がけに人影を見る
去り行くものに外套を着せて
見送る先は風ばかり
かじかむ指先でドアを開けて
未練を置きざりにして街に出る
繁華街で馴染みの顔と
音のしない笑い声
喧噪が静寂
楽しいと喜びが反比例しだして
意識の四隅に沈殿する
小さな後悔ばかりを
うんざりする程看取り続けて
一人の部屋に帰る頃
どうでもいい落日が
こんな情緒をかき混ぜるから
見えざるものが見えてくる
幽霊 夕暮れ 留守電
がらんどうの部屋
I hang phantoms of my past.
Out to dry on the hangers.
The sentimental young boy,
Sees a figure as he is about to leave.
A coat draped over him from those parted with.
Only the wind is there to see him off.
His frostbitten fingers open the door,
He drops his regrets by his feet and leaves town.
Downtown sees him greeted by a friendly face,
Along with a silent laughing voice.
The bustle turns to stillness.
Every bit of fun you have is happiness you don’t.
And precipitating in the four corners of consciousness,
Are tiny droplets of remorse.
The tedious vigil by their deathbeds continues.
When I finally return to my room alone,
Awash in the indifference of the setting sun,
And these feelings of mine all blended up,
These invisible beings spring into view.
Spectres, an answering machine,
In a vacant, twilight room.
Thanks yShadowXOP_ for hitsounds