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ネオノスタルジアの風に苛まれて 経験値の針が底を突いてる まだ諦めきれないユートピアの幻影は くたびれ始めた身体を蝕む この浮世で生きるDNAを残すレースを 昨日買った夢は走馬灯のエキストラオーダー 甘い思い出の味を反芻したいから 寄り道のSilverFox 残されたアディショナルTime ゲームの流れ知る神を信じて ただ一つの出会いあの角の先にあると 未来は現在とイーブンウェイト 欲しがる前に尽くせ 出会いは過去のDEJAVU Sight やり直してもいいさ Buffeted by the winds of neo-nostalgia, the needle of my experience gauge is hitting bottom. The mirage of a utopia I still can’t give up gnaws at this body that’s starting to wear down. A race to leave behind the DNA to survive in this fleeting world— The dream I bought yesterday was an extra order in a life flashing before my eyes. Because I want to savor again the taste of sweet memories, I take a detour with Silver Fox. The additional time left to me, believing in the god who knows the flow of the game— that one true encounter lies just beyond that corner. The future and the present are evenly weighted. Give before you crave. Every encounter is déjà vu, a sight from the past. It’s okay to start over.