Replica of Spring / GUMI

Replica of Spring / GUMI I was born in the morning with the blessed hazy sound of a bell. And an hourglass of memory is embedded in me. I'll go on a journey to sing the dream. I don't know the name of the flower blooming on you. I'll give water in order not to move their words to an artificial flower, than a flower that was rubbed by the wind someday. There is not a dreaming singing voice here. Where is it blooming? The melody of monochrome resounds in emptiness. Even the heart is replica was se

t up by the hands of someone. I only wait to the day of withering me with look at the virtual world. The gravel piles up with the seasons coming around. The storage of memories was eroded. The days of me continuing to sing out fade. My dry voice faded away with the wind. The rusted circuit has been renewed with many years. Such I wander can call me. There is not a dreaming scenery anywhere. I’m getting to drow in the sand. I can't even let myself reminisce. Even the memory is replica was called

by the hands of someone. No one can dig out the time capsule once it's buried. By the time you hear the 15th breath of spring I will have forgotten that you have forgotten me. There is a dreaming singing voice only here. Is it getting to you? The melody of grace is coloring in the sky. A future in which you accumulate time that I don't know about is also a replica of the future. Leave “See you” to that place of continuous bloom.