日付変更線/Dateline

(Title: 日付変更線)
(Singer: KAITO V3)
(Song: Re:nG)
(Lyrics: アヤハマヨル )
(Guitar: 佐鳥研斗)
(Art: のくはし)
Link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kF_uMlxvg5I

"It's not like I'm unused to being alone;
guess you could say that I just don't like going with the flow?"
In the cold, lifeless room,
I feel as if I could see your words just floating around.

PM 11:55,
with the dull, unadorned Cinderella,
let's rush through the night as we are.

At the end of the world, where not even a single person could be heard sleeping,
we grow intoxicated by the addicting noise.
With nothing beginning between the two of us;
I don't even feel like knowing your face or name.

What we end up exposing
as the days go worse and worse,
is that we were simply playing pretend at love using our voices and words.
Platonic relationships
aren't really my style,
but why is it that
this distance between us feels so right?

Within the clattering of scrambles
and the unpleasant everyday life,
I struggle with my selective loneliness.
While we flutter about, passing each other in the streets,
I drown in blind hate as I grow anxious for the future.

Between alpha and omega; let's forcibly dissolve
the boundary that extends between them.

If everything returns to zero as morning arrives again,
there would be no need to make up for this sense of loss by using someone else.
In the city that's impossible to traverse with glass slippers,
why is it that I end up searching for you?

Though I look for you with more urgency than searching for lost dogs and cats,
as it has been said, I know that you will not love me.
In this unclear relationship at the end of our simulation;
in the night that seems to try to entice me, I hold that body warmth tightly to my chest.

The news flash announcements that keep pouring in, the despair that flashes by;
even though they have nothing to do with me, is this aching
proof that we are connected?
Though it's perfectly visible to me, nothing's actually transmitted.
I want to close my eyes and feel only you alone.

At the end of the world, where not even a single person could be heard sleeping,
we grow intoxicated by the addicting noise.
Though we act as if we don't want to say anything,
we simply can't resist wanting to spit out everything.

What ends up satisfying the thirst within the depths of my heart
is a simulated one-sided love without as much as a contact.
Platonic relationships
aren't really my style,
but why is it that
this distance between us feels so right?