A contemporary duet for Renko Usami and Maribel Hearn. ...In the CD story for "Neo-Traditionalism of Japan," Merry suffers the loneliness of quarantine while recovering from a supernatural illness.

If you've been alive in the outside world for the past several years, you might notice some clear parallels at play. Compared to when I first started writing these lyrics, "quarantine" may be less of a headline today. But the most important message here remains... don't become complacent!

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ABOUT THIS SONG:

CHARACTERS: Maribel Hearn & Renko Usami
ORIGINAL MUSIC: "Green Sanatorium" (緑のサナトリウム) by ZUN
ORIGINAL CD: Neo-Traditionalism of Japan
LYRICS BY: Lyrica Live
VOCALS BY: Asa (as Maribel) and Lori-hime (as Renko)

Please feel free to cover or use these lyrics, as long as you give credit to Lyrica Live!

VIDEO ARTWORK BY: Lori-hime

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No connection, no reception.
You, my lifeline, out of range.
I write letters every morning,
Then pretend at your exchange.

Places that we haven't gone
And faces that we haven't seen
Dance behind these heavy eyelids,
Sealed away in quarantine.

This certainly feels just like the time to indulge in imagination.
But whenever I dream, it's right there... all I can see is nightmare.
Dreamscapes of hell may mirror very well those fears, when awake, that we face.
After all, you would say reality always has been the scariest place.

Soon enough, they'll calm all their commotion.
Set me free... how wishful of a notion.

Meanwhile, I'm wasting away.
I'm stuck uncounted in between.
I might go mad as they think me,
Sealed away in quarantine.

I'll tell no soul of our secret.
Do you think they'd even care?
Sometimes, it's best to keep on
These necessary masks we wear.

Lonely, lonely, I'll be lonely
Stuck for even one more day.
Where you are, you might as well be
Forty thousand moons away.

This certainly feels just like the time to indulge in imagination.
But is that such a wise move while your dreams are the thing on trial?
Hardly do I remember the sky outside, sinking deep in my mind.
And we're not sure what's going to happen if you continue to leave it behind.

Soon enough, they'll calm all their commotion...
Soon forget the threat still is in motion.

Who has the best of the answers?
Often, those who make the rules
Can't see the truth with their own eyes,
So make judgments fit for fools.

I'll fill you in on the headlines,
All this news unfolding fast.
We seek a strange sort of progress,
Reaching right back to the past.

Four white walls, and one glass window
Overlooks synthetic green.
Still not wilting, still not growing,
Just like me in quarantine.

What comes next? Will I slip through the cracks now?
Cures unfound may fade into the background.

If we had a new vision to trust in...
Surely there'd be no problem adjusting.

I've taken all the precautions,
Sanitized and squeaky-clean.
I'll see you then on the flip side,
Once you're free from quarantine.

Oh, tell me -- what shall we do when
Life returns like once before?
You'd say I took it for granted...
Even now, I'm wanting more!

...Though you didn't catch the symptoms,
Could it be contagious still?
Just because you haven't felt it,
Don't assume you never will.

Close the door and then reopen,
Will we see a different scene?
Reinvent a world forgotten,
Sealed away in quarantine.

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