Shall I tell you?
In exchange, promise me that you won’t tell anyone else
Let’s make a pinky swear on it, and if you lie, may you swallow a thousand needles
Show me that you’ll unfurl the wriggling story
That was still folded up; both the past and future are
Super scription of data
Every time when I was reborn, I got buried
In a colored crystal
At the moment when all of its seven colors were present
The dazzling cycle of rebirth is cut apart by the prismatic sword
And the pieces of sadness don’t exist anywhere anymore
Super scription of data
Because you wish for it
It’ll be there at anytime
If you change it
Everything will change
Super scription of data
The dazzling cycle of rebirth is cut apart by the prismatic sword
And the pieces of sadness don’t exist anywhere anymore
Super scription of data
