Lyrics:
When it rains, cicadas turn into light ink to render twilight.
Infiltrate, outline footprints and ruts.
Laughter, soaked with floating water vapor
Through the window, it blends in with the city.
Playing, the old guitar hummed a song in four beats.
Echo, alone, seems to be quite leisurely.
Wait for the cool rain, and the temperature will neutralize the restless heat.
Looking for the twists and turns of the wind
I'm still in a rainy and moldy place that nobody cares about.
Singing songs with no audience in the rain.
The crowd still dispersed aimlessly to the destination.
Busy, idle, go on.
Waiting for someone to tap my heart gently.
Even you just stopped for a while and left.
Thinking maybe, who will meet me at the next intersection
Even for a moment, a miracle.
Extended data:
Song background
Ling, a wandering singer who wants to make up with the gods, made a bet with her. On the premise that A Ling is not allowed to communicate with others actively, as long as someone is willing to face death with A Ling in any world she soon creates, making peace can realize her wish and make that world last, otherwise the cycle of loneliness and death will never stop.
Ayang agreed to bet because the world she was living in was dead and she longed for fame. But after the reincarnation began, nobody cared again and again, and failed at the last moment. Until she noticed the girl who almost every world would stop for her for a moment. But just for a moment, the girl took a step again, immersed in her own sadness.
At the end of more than a hundred times, Aya could see the girl standing looking up at the cumulonimbus clouds through the falling rubble and the fleeing crowd, and could not understand the numbness on her face that was completely different from others' fear, crying and anger. The surging loneliness gradually extinguished her desire for fame and fortune, leaving Ling alone to try to get close and ask her humble wishes.
In another doomsday, she looked at the thin figure of the girl in the torrential rain, but she couldn't get close. She can only sing this song at the top of her lungs from a distance, praying that one day she can look back at herself, thinking that maybe one day in the more distant future, she will stand by at the end of the song and respond to her heart sounds that she can never export. Two fingers clasped * * * ushered in the doomed ending for all.
Octagonal Encyclopedia-Singer at the End of the World