#hatsunemiku
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#初音ミク
#ボカロ
#hatsunemiku
#オリジナル曲

#shorts

#hatsunemiku
#vocaloid
#vocal
#music
#singer

#shorts

#初音ミク
#ボカロ
#hatsunemiku
#オリジナル曲

#shorts

#初音ミク
#ボカロ
#hatsunemiku
#オリジナル曲

#shorts

The loss of color
steals even what once mattered most.
The blue spring of deathward thoughts
stands far from any fruitful green.

Dusky indigo, fading into silence, vivid pastels trembling—
all dissolve into white and black, into a hush without echo
Warm vermilion, breath upon wintered glass,
velvety desolation lingering at the edge of touch—
a Monochrome morning

No dream left to sketch, the road’s far edge.
Inside a room where everything has stopped.
Sun and shadow—
waxing, waning; sinking, rising—
giving birth to solitude.

The lush scenery will never return—
through countless nights, a darkened spring that haunts me.
The wound continues to fester.

Clear-sky hanasagi, Vermeer blue that strikes the heart—
all dissolve into white and black.
Dusk-scorched silver cinnabar, scarlet adorning the far shore—
swallowed by white and black, decaying away.
If my disappearance is salvation,
even if these days of loss should end,
what humans leave for humans, what I leave for you,
is not a colorless, transparent sky.

Reflected in these eyes—
the crimson leaves you cherished, the pomegranate singing of life—
all dissolve into white and black.
Jet-feather black, lily-petal white—dwindling
all into white and black.

The heart is never a single color,
but if only a two-toned contrast remains in the eyes,
then someday
primary and intermediate hues will melt together,
a blended color opening tomorrow.

Black and white that cleaves the day ahead.
My world exists only here.
A monochrome that closes the morning.

#hatsunemiku
#vocaloid
#vocal
#music
#singer

#hatsunemiku
#vocaloid
#vocal
#music
#singer

#shorts

#初音ミク
#ボカロ
#hatsunemiku
#オリジナル曲

#shorts

#hatsunemiku
#vocaloid
#vocal
#music
#singer

#shorts

#hatsunemiku
#vocaloid
#vocal
#music
#singer

#shorts