[00:00.000] 作曲 Composer : jixwang[00:00.041] 编曲 Arranger : jixwang[00:00.082] 作词 Lyricist : XuLai[00:00.123] 演唱 Vocal : R!N/Gemie[00:00.164] 混音 Mixing Engineer : Mitsunori Aizawa[00:00.205] 乐团 Orchestra : 室屋 光一郎ストリングス Koichiro Muroya Strings[00:00.246] Guitar solo : 愤怒的糖[00:00.287] Drum solo : 藤崎誠人[00:00.328] Bass solo : Toshimo Tanabe[00:00.369] 指挥 Conductor : 山下 康介 Kosuke Yamashita[00:00.410] 录音棚 Studio : キング関口台スタジオ King Sekiguchidai Studio/Sound Arts/32studio/Fujisaki Studio[00:00.451] 录音师 Recording Engineer : 川嶋信博/立石 佑太 Yuta Tateishi[00:00.492] 录音承办人Recording Contractor : 盖盖Nyan @再定义Studio/无糖宁宁子 @再定义Studio/里見 勉(SHANGRI-LA INC.)Tsutomu Satomi (SHANGRI-LA INC.)[00:00.533] 监制 Music Supervisor : jixwang[00:00.574] 母带工程 Mastering Engineer : Mitsunori Aizawa[00:00.615] 助理 Assistant : markmilian/Ream雨舒/TLK天翔[00:00.656] 谱务 Scoring : markmilian[00:00.697] 出品 Produced by : 鸣潮先约电台[00:00.746]Nightingale is singing[00:03.994]that familiar tune[00:06.423]Praising moon and the undeniable truth[00:12.044]Suddenly it stops[00:14.934]Even wind holds its breath:[00:17.792]Is that a scar on the heart of the moon?[00:23.446]How strange, how bizarre[00:29.175]Echoes of chaos sound different this time[00:34.735]Who will bring clarity[00:41.095]Who will rewrite the causality[01:11.660]Every fold of light, every ripple of tides[01:16.714]I know them all like the lines on my palm[01:22.475]Pluck the trembling needle out of fate's compass[01:28.882]to sew my hopes where none remain[01:34.246]Moonlight, moonlight[01:39.870]Too long have I followed your "sacred" guide[01:45.463]You drew the tides, drowned my yesterdays[01:51.137]Tonight you'll learn, I'm the anchor of fate[02:20.332]Prophecy puffs into ash[02:25.886]dusting her lashes and hair[02:31.751]The phantoms of paradox[02:37.047]melt in her luminous glow[02:46.394]Wax, wane, turns of fate[02:51.978]No one could outpace her soaring silhouette[02:57.734]Draw, hold, release it to the moon[03:03.136]She's the path, the only answer to all[03:20.606]Stars flow like sand[03:26.556]I'm the scale, the scars on time's wrist