世界の解像度 [Sekai no kaizōdo] [English translation]

From a top-down perspective, colors look like laws of the world.

If you become the party of interest, staring makes it look like crude grafitti.

Impossible things have happened more times than I can count. All while you were alive.

Each time, you cast your eyes down and pretended it didn't happen. Now, at last you've forgotten.

Both tragedies and comedies have the same capacity.

While listening to BGM at several mega units, I'm clinging to life.

Begging the broken world in tears, as expected we didn't have any of it.

Human talent too was the resolution of a world like that.

Today too, we pushed our way through the cruel overcrowding, exhausted from the things we must do.

The resolution of the world matches the proof of our existence we leave behind.

Your point of view. My point of view. What do you see?

Deceiving and being deceived, when you get fed up and plug your ears

I understand how you feel. But because of that we will part for life.

It's already too late now. Good and evil and such. More importantly, we have to reconnect them.

Burnt out light. You need light at night, if nothing else.

There's a storm outside, it's disastrous but you

skate so defensively and laugh. You fight against it.

At that place only for you, don't close your eyes and look at it.

Each and every point of view restitched together is the new resolution of the world.

Clinging to the success of deceit once ago, what they've set their sights on tomorrow

is just a rerun of the past anyway. That's their resolution.

Today's point of view. The past's point of view. What do you see?

Our every day ends in just a moment. That emptiness will haunt you for life.

Start from fearing the end, because we will likely forget.

Live life and death with daily joys and music at your side.

Your cells came from the edge of space, a line connecting directly to my corpse.

You took my hand while crying, your hand that was already no longer.

My hand that hadn't ended yet is starting your hand from here on out.

Begging the broken world in tears, even if I go crazy I'll sing.

The overtone of speculation and the resolution of the world resounding together.

I came to say I wanted to see you, it's not a period here but a comma.

If you connect that pain and regret it forms the resolution of the world.

What do you see? What do you see? What do you see?