アイモ～鳥のひと[Aimo ~ Tori no Hito] - 中島愛[Nakajima Ai]

Aimo aimo
ne-deru ru-she
noina miria
enderu purodea
fotomi

koko wa attaka na umi dayo

ru-rei rureia
sora wo mau hibari wa nami da
ru-rei rureia
omae wa yasahi midori no ko
aimo aimo
ne-deru ru-she
noina miria
enderu purodea
fotomi

koko wa attaka na umi dayo

mune no oku ni nemuru ookina ookina itsukushimi wa
tsunagu te no hira no ondo de shizuka ni me wo samasu yo

koko wa attaka na umi dayo

aimo aimo ne-deru ru-she
mukashi minna hitotsu datta sekai
oide attaka na sora dayo

People travel everyday, going by their business. Viewing passages through the glass that are mostly ignored, humans are nomadic by nature. When we settle, we will eventually want to travel again.

Same goes for my heart. It has settled comfortably but my mind wants to move on. The pain lives in the present but will it still be there in the future as I move along?

The sound of blissful tones and high pitched melodies can soothe the souls of the tormented and demented. However, music can fuel the fire of the remnants of the past. The past where painful memories linger.

Music is my soul and my torment. It can either relieve my anguish or cause me more pain as I remember the sins I have committed.