Azalea no Shinzou Chapter 1

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“What if there was no tomorrow?”

A ma.s.s of red-brown metal; noise; the corner of the submarine where stream is being pushed.

The captain lowers his voice.
 

A movie of panicking humans, the gentle last scene where the curtain flutters.

The striking novel, with sentences like rough waves; the last scene in which no one dies.

A story modeled after such artificial humans.
 

A young man flicks off the ashes of his cigarette which is now only four centimeters long.

The air hit the frosty wall and bounces off.

The voice of the captain.

“Reality is different from superficial entertainment—”

The young man stops his hand which holds the cigarette to his mouth.

It is static for five seconds. The camera changes.

“Nothing can be saved. It cannot reach a beautiful ending. Filthy things remain as filth.”

An unwavering gaze. The voice becomes more firm.

“It can only be forgotten. Even if it cannot be forgotten, it will be removed from sight. In forgetting, people are able to leave without breaking through their limits.”
 

Fade out.
 

A sweltering summer. The waves devour people. Screams. Without knowing anything, a man sips his drink with a thin straw. Screams. Without knowing anything, a woman closes her parasol. Screams.
 

“You have family too, don’t you?”

A siren suddenly rings out within the submarine.

“Look, there is no tomorrow.”

The young man puts on his coat, and extinguishes his cigarette. The sound of immense metal creaking. The submarine shakes. A high-pitched announcement. Explosions. The caption hurries to the command room. A voice that burns one’s mind. A voice that seems that it will split one’s head in two.
 

“When I get older, let me ride on this s.h.i.+p, Papa.”
 

The light that travelled the two skies illuminates them.

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Submarine Traumerei

It develops in a way that has two climaxes.

Each holds their own separate perspectives, and their own separate emotions.

This song is about the beauty felt in the decadence, but also about watching its course that can’t be forgotten.