Fictional Portrait

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The naivety of Dorian Gray, a beauty like no other in the world, falls down the path of darkness. Abandoning his friends, abandoning his love and indulging in all his vices, Dorian's beauty continues to shine on. However beneath his outward beauty, a hidden portrait of himself grows uglier and older— A copy of his true self which is unseen by everyone else.

Related Event: Showdown

## Lyrics

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* Kanji
* Romaji
* English

暗闇は知ってる

この世界の真実を

鏡の向こうに笑いかけるように

確かなものなんて

何もかもあやふやな

虚構の誘惑に振り回され でも

ほらあのキャンバス

ふるえながら暴いて Ah

銀色輝く月を闇にぬりこめ

快楽に溺れる夜なら

鏡越しに触れる乱れた欲望

華やかな美しい絹に

(still some gold, still some red, still some blue x2)

融けるように甘く重く

閉じ込めた愉悦

(To cure the soul by the senses, To cure the senses by the soul)

kuroyami wa shitteru

kono sekai no shinjitsu o

kagami no mukou ni waraikakeru youni

tashikana mono nante

nanimokamo ayafuyana

kyokou no yuuwaku ni furimawasare demo

hora ano kyanbasu

furue nagara abaite ah

giniro kagayaku tsuki o yami ni nurikome

kairaku ni oboreru yoru nara

kagami goshi ni fureru midareta yokubou

hanayaka na utsukushii kinu ni

(still some gold, still some red,still some blue x2)

tokeru youni amaku omoku

tojikometa yuetsu

(To cure the soul by the senses, To cure the senses by the soul)

The darkness knows the truth of this world

The other side of the mirror looked as if it were laughing

Nothing is certain, everything is ambiguous

I may be strung along by the temptation of something fictional, but

See, look at that canvas

Expose it whilst your fingers tremble ah

Paint over the shining silver moon with pitch black

If you want a night of drowning in pleasure

Then reach through the mirror and touch this distorted desire

Upon that vibrant and beautiful silk

(still some gold, still some red,still some blue x2)

Feeling as if you’ll melt

You’ll be locked away by that sweet and overwhelming ecstasy

(To cure the soul by the senses, To cure the senses by the soul)

* Kanji
* Romaji
* English

暗闇は知ってる

この世界の真実を

鏡の向こうに笑いかけるように

確かなものなんて

何もかもあやふやな

虚構の誘惑に振り回され でも

ほらあのキャンバス

ふるえながら暴いて Ah

銀色輝く月を闇にぬりこめ

快楽に溺れる夜なら

鏡越しに触れる乱れた欲望

華やかな美しい絹に

(still some gold, still some red, still some blue x2)

融けるように甘く重く

閉じ込めた愉悦

ほのかに輝く青銅の空の下

足元 広がる 闇はまだ見えない

知りたいことなら

いつだって教えるさ

答えなど作り出せ

それだけでいい ねえ

香りも音楽も

輝いてる宝石さえ

終わりの足音 留められないままに

魂なら見せてあげようか

ニスの奥で鼓動刻む針の音

鏡越し映る影ふたつ

(it's too late, never too late, it's too late x2)

ナイフがいま

ひらりきらり 闇を裂くならば

感覚で魂を癒し魂で感覚を癒す

(to cure the soul by the senses, to cure the senses by the soul x2)

折られた羽かき寄せ 膝かかえ

この手にけしの花を

壁にかかった肖像画には

床に倒れた夜会服には指輪が

閉じこめた影をのぞきこむ

背徳ならひとり深く闇の中

快楽に溺れる夜なら

(it's too late, never too late, it’s too late x2)

鏡越しに触れる乱れた欲望

華やかな美しい絹に

(still some gold, still some red, still some blue x2)

融けるように甘く重く

閉じ込めた愉悦

(to cure the soul by the senses, to cure the senses by the soul)

kuroyami wa shitteru

kono sekai no shinjitsu o

kagami no mukou ni waraikakeru youni

tashikana mono nante

nanimokamo ayafuyana

kyokou no yuuwaku ni furimawasare demo

hora ano kyanbasu

furue nagara abaite ah

giniro kagayaku tsuki o yami ni nurikome

kairaku ni oboreru yoru nara

kagami goshi ni fureru midareta yokubou

hanayaka na utsukushii kinu ni

(still some gold, still some red,still some blue x2)

tokeru youni amaku omoku

tojikometa yuetsu

honoka ni kagayaku seidou no sora no shita

ashimoto hirogaru yami wa mada mienai

shiritai koto nara

itsudatte oshieru sa

kotae nado tsukuridase

sore dake de ii nee

kaori mo ongaku mo

kagayaiteru houseki sae

owari no ashioto tomerarenai mama ni

tamashii nara miseteageyouka

nisu no oku de kodou kizamu hari no oto

kagami goshi utsuru kage futatsu

(it's too late, never too late, it's too late x2)

naifu ga ima

hirari kirari yami o saku naraba

kankaku de tamashii o iyashi tamashii de kankaku o iyasu

(To cure the soul by the senses, To cure the senses by the soul x2)

orareta hane kakiyose hiza kakae

kono te ni keshi no hana o

kabe ni kakkata shouzouga ni wa

yuka ni taoreta yakaifuku ni wa yubiwa ga

tojikometa kage o nozokikomu

haitoku nara hitori fukaku yami no naka

kairaku ni oboreru yoru nara

(it's too late, never too late, it's too late x2)

kagami goshi ni fureru midareta yokubou

hanayaka na utsukushii kinu ni

(still some gold, still some red, still some blue x2)

tokeru youni amaku omoku

tojikometa yuetsu

(To cure the soul by the senses, To cure the senses by the soul)

The darkness knows the truth of this world

The other side of the mirror looked as if it were laughing

Nothing is certain, everything is ambiguous

I may be strung along by the temptation of something fictional, but

See, look at that canvas

Expose it whilst your fingers tremble ah

Paint over the shining silver moon with pitch black

If you want a night of drowning in pleasure

Then reach through the mirror and touch this distorted desire

Upon that vibrant and beautiful silk

(still some gold, still some red,still some blue x2)

Feeling as if you’ll melt

You’ll be locked away by that sweet and overwhelming ecstasy

Standing beneath the faintly twinkling bronze sky

Still unable to see the ever spreading darkness at my feet

If you want to know something

I’d be happy to tell you whenever

I just have to make up a response

That’s all it takes, right?

Fragrances, music, even glittering gems

Remain unable to stop the approaching footsteps of my demise

If you want to see my soul, shall I show it to you?

The sound of a needle, beating and carving at the depths of the varnish

Beyond the mirror, two figures are reflected

(it's too late, never too late, it's too late x2)

If a knife were to swiftly pierce that darkness now, then…

Cure your senses with your soul, cure your soul with your senses

(To cure the soul by the senses, To cure the senses by the soul x2)

Gather your plucked feathers, draw your knees to your chest

With a poppy flower in hand

In the portrait on the wall

In the evening clothes that fell to the floor, a ring was there…

Peek upon the imprisoned shadow

If it’s immoral, then I’m alone in this endless darkness

If you want a night of drowning in pleasure

(it's too late, never too late, it's too late x2)

Then reach through the mirror and touch this distorted desire

Upon that vibrant and beautiful silk

(still some gold, still some red, still some blue x2)

Feeling as if you’ll melt

You’ll be locked away by that sweet and overwhelming ecstasy

(To cure the soul by the senses, To cure the senses by the soul)

## References

1. ↑ Fictional Portrait loading screen text
2. ↑ English translation by sunshine-overload on tumblr