DESCRIPTION:
ニコニコ日本語版はこちらです
http://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm23650425

This is my first original song with singing from Kaito V3 English.

It's actually a song I got sick of and stopped editing a while ago, but only now I realised that all that time spent on it would be a waste and so I decided to make a video and upload it...

... Then I got sick of it again because of the translation process and then the encoding process, but somehow I got through it all. Hopefully next time it won't take this long.

I've uploaded the song files (With Vocal, Off vocal and midi) to https://www.mediafire.com/folder/c8z1d9dccmu7s/Original_Music

if you want to check it out and improve it then show me what you did, that'd be a great way for me to learn. Just saying.

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Lyrics:
Snowfall in the mountains, cool evenings by the stream,
Lights up in the city of my hopes, of my dreams,
What’s the point in having,
A one you can achieve?

The sun and the moon and the star and the skies,
Are positioned in a way which taunts me and that’s why,
I can’t go on like this,

And they’re young and they’re old, and the story’s always told
From the view of an angel, soft, silky, clad in gold
That’s all it is…
That’s all it is...

But her hair seems so smooth and her lips seem so sweet,
And her legs flick the platinum-covered pages around me,
All I can do is see.

Well a heart’s on the run and a spade’s on the scene,
There’s a clover in my mind and a diamond in my dreams,
And you shine oh so bright that now I can barely see
In the sense that my looking at you has now blinded me

There’s not lots that I’ve done but there’s much that I’ve seen
I don’t want, I don’t need, I don’t want anything
All this food for thought has made me quite the gourmet
Though there’s nothing in it if I cannot cook anyway

There’s someone backstage pulling the strings,
And it’s not a fair maiden or some well-meant twins,
Well I don’t mind if you feed me a line
Just give me enough rope and then I’ll be fine

But the stories I have, well I swear they could be true
If only I had a way to go back somewhere new
But the pen is so heavy and the paper’s so dry
And to put them together is more than I can try

How the Maractite glows and the rain how it flows,
How the nautical twilight rises up from the throes
Of a world without reason, which like coming of seasons
　
And the sound resonates, but it hardly abates,
Before I lose my grip on something that’s great
So that once again I am left hungry and longing
It’s a magical world yet why can’t I go exploring?