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The Clockwork Props

【Machinery Gear】 https://suno.com/s/kq7wi5SrxbZloiLg --- [Intro] [Verse 1] 紅茶の香りが心を満たす 手渡されたのは白い便箋 私をいざなう不思議な手紙 読めないけれど 素敵な文字が私を呼ぶの [Break] 頭を飾る小さな帽子 いつもの手袋 レースのブーツを履いて 懐中時計も忘れずに [Pre-Chorus] 時間を知らせる鐘の音 時計は廻る Tick-tack Tick-tack 時を刻んで Tick-tack Tick-tack [Chorus] フリルのドレス はためかせ 風に揺らめく短いケープ 小さく鳴るブーツの足音 懐中時計が音を刻んで 不思議な場所へと歩き出すの "さあ ようこそ 歯車の世界へ" [Interlude] [Verse 2] 紅茶をゆっくり口に運んで 見渡せば沢山の機械と歯車 忙しなく動いて止まって それはまるで生きてるみたい [Break] たくさん伸びたパイプ 蒸気を運んで 行き先を知ってる人なんて誰もいない [Break] [Pre-Chorus] 鐘の音が街に響く 針は廻る Tick-tack Tick-tack 私の前で Tick-tack Tick-tack [Chorus] ゼンマイ巻かれた古びたオルゴール 弦を弾く音が空気を震わせ パイプからは蒸気が漏れる音 歯車の回る音は騒がしくて 大きな鐘が街に鳴り響くの "ああ ようこそ 素敵な世界へ" [Interlude] [Bridge] 周りを見ればガスの灯り ゆらめく明かり 道行く人を照らして 人と機械が奏でる不協和音 たくさん聞こえる鉄の音 [Background Vocals] 紅茶のカップ 空になって 白い便箋 不思議な手紙 いつの間にか読めた文字は 指でなぞれば浮かび上がる [Interlude] 帽子を直して 手袋も直して ドレスに付いた埃も払って 懐中時計の針はいつも通り 私の足音は街に溶けてゆくの 日が暮れても 動き続ける 蒸気と歯車の 不思議な世界 [End] ---------- 【English lyrics】 [Intro] [Verse 1] The scent of tea fills up my heart A letter on white stationery, handed to me A curious note that beckons me closer Though I can’t read them, they seem to call to me [Break] A tiny hat adorns my head, the gloves I always wear Laced-up boots upon my feet, my pocket watch, I won’t forget [Break] [Pre-Chorus] The chime of bells announcing time The clock keeps turning, tick-tack, tick-tack Marking each moment, tick-tack, tick-tack [Chorus] Frills on my dress flutter in the breeze A short cape sways, so light in the wind The little footsteps of my boots resound The pocket watch is ticking And I set out toward a curious place “Now, welcome—into the world of gears” [Interlude] [Verse 2] Slowly I lift the teacup to my lips Glancing around—so many machines and gears They move, then stop, so restlessly— as if they’re somehow alive [Break] Countless pipes, carrying the steam, no one knows where it’s meant to lead [Break] [Pre-Chorus] The chime of bells rings through the town The hands keep turning, tick-tack, tick-tack Right before my eyes, tick-tack, tick-tack [Chorus] An old spring-wound music box Its strings resound, trembling through the air Steam seeps from the pipes The noisy sound of turning gears A mighty bell rings out across the town “Ah, welcome—into this enchanting world” [Interlude] [Bridge] When I look around, the gaslights glow They flicker, shining on passersby Humans and machines weave dissonance Many sounds of iron can be heard [Background Vocals] The teacup now is empty White stationery, a curious letter The words I find I can now read Rise glowing as I trace them with my hand [Interlude] Adjusting my hat, fixing my gloves Brushing away the dust on my dress The hands of my pocket watch, as always My footsteps melt into the town Even as the sun sets, it keeps on moving— The steam and the gears, This curious world [End]