cow under the moon ft. denka shaa english【utau diffsinger original】

i cant really write lyrics... but what i was able to drag out of myself was a loose amalgamation of ocs and the book we read in class. my 2nd time trying to make an original👊👊 i use diffsinger this time. and the train horn utau 【 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 】 vocal : Denka Shaa (電歌シャー) v150 (DiffSinger) extra vocal : Yuutsukoe Karasu AI (湯鬱声からす AI) (DiffSinger), Monone (DiffSinger), Ayaka (朱花) (COEIROINK), WhiteCUL (VOICEVOX), Nurse Robot Type T (ナースロボ＿タイプT) (VOICEVOX) song : wEkki_i 【 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 】 instagram : @wekki_i twitter/x : @wEkki_i bluesky : @wekki-i.bsky.social 【 |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 】 lyrics : if in 200 years, you and i have long disappeared, if this world still couldn’t answer the big bang story, and “hey diddle diddle” was our only answer, then i wonder what does that make the present if in 150 years, all the castles have weathered and burned down, if the sealine was dyed in red with the dead bodies of serpents, and if the fiddle no longer could echo your rhyme —well then, what does that make the seasons? duh. their days are numbered once again im on the edge, it looks like im all alone even if you had been here, it stays stiff as a stone on the count of 2 well break out, like cows jumping over the moon on the count of 2 well break out, so tomorrow wont come a day late cause surely that would be such an awful catastrophe on the count of 2 well break out, but never on the count of 1 on the count of 2 ill tell you, how much i had really loved you, “ha ha ha ha ha,” laughs the dog, and so tomorrow marches on the cats grin she left behind, alice did not find all the years that passed us by, theres no trace in sight one again im on the edge -gain im on the edge -gain im on the edge -gain im on the edge on the count of 2 were dancing, like cows jumping over the moon on the count of 2 the world crumbles, collapsing the trumpets melody— an awaited catastrophe on the count of 2 there will be a thousand songs i held back on the count of 2 i could say that ill tell you but even then, i dont think i will ever get around to sitting down with you there are simply certain words i cant get to come slip my tongue, but maybe even then its okay, as long as today isnt done? if in 50 years, the cat and the fiddle are still playing the same song, where all we do is wait in the tower with no hope, is it really just so wrong, this me who clings to all we have— or am i just a hypocrite right now i am over the moon! right now im over the moon! singing the same calm songs, this flat tune through doomsday in the end i guess i still am the same old pessimistic youth