Cyanotype

Painting blue, painting with blue I surpass myself This helpless world As if breathing, as if crying out loud I'm going to draw it Toyoko Line, swaying to Shibuya Yawning at the flowing scenery An unfinishable lead-colored sketch Unrelated, the pitch remains off Smoothly monotonous, we ride the rails of minor-key sentiment But your words, a light, stole my eyes Making me feel I touched this familiar scenery for the first time That's why I floated in the air and morning came Painting blue, painting with blue I surpass myself This helpless world As if embracing it, as if continuing to pray I'm going to draw it A crazy touch, or whatever it is Created value, I'm tired of it My heart has already started beating Now, listen closely, strain your eyes, try to feel it with your skin Making me feel I touched this familiar scenery for the first time That's why I floated in the air and morning came Painting blue, painting with blue I surpass myself This helpless world Like petals, like a guidepost, like a beginning I'm going to draw it