160✭ Ninety, ninety-five.
(pret un) 首筋に夜の雫が... 声にできないほど,
(deux) ネジ式積み木の城で... 指の隙間へと,
(trois) 絡み合った蜘蛛の糸は... このままずっと,
上がり出した砂時計 ９０９５...
Pret un, the dewdrops of night on your neck; to the extent that you lost your voice,
Deux, from the mechanical treets to between your fingers,
Trois, the spider web which entangles and entangles like this, continously,
The sandclock which started to go backwards to 9095...
This public post is actually to cover up the ancient blogcrew I made. (I only have 2 public entries to date, & I don't want to change my settings to displaying 1 entry per page.) But anyway, I love 9095. The meaning of the lyrics confuse me a lot, which is why it's such a beautiful song. : )
(deux) ネジ式積み木の城で... 指の隙間へと,
(trois) 絡み合った蜘蛛の糸は... このままずっと,
上がり出した砂時計 ９０９５...
Pret un, the dewdrops of night on your neck; to the extent that you lost your voice,
Deux, from the mechanical treets to between your fingers,
Trois, the spider web which entangles and entangles like this, continously,
The sandclock which started to go backwards to 9095...
This public post is actually to cover up the ancient blogcrew I made. (I only have 2 public entries to date, & I don't want to change my settings to displaying 1 entry per page.) But anyway, I love 9095. The meaning of the lyrics confuse me a lot, which is why it's such a beautiful song. : )