✞Airborne
プラトン
Tokyo, Japan
Mountain, heavy are the mountains

But that changes, with the passage of time

Sky, blue sky, what your eyes can't see, what your eyes can see

The sun, one, only one

Water, it is agreeable, Commander Ikari

Flowers, so many the same, so many without purpose

Sky, sky of red, red the color, the color I hate

Liquid flows, it drips, ripples, and pours

Blood, scent of blood, woman who does not bleed

From the red soil the humans come

Humans made by man and woman

City, a human creation

Eva, a human creation as well

What are humans?

Are they creations of God?

Humans, that which is created by humans

This is that which is mine

My life, my heart

I am a vessel for my thoughts

The entry plug, the throne of the soul

Who is this? This is me

Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?

I am I.

This object that is, is myself

That which forms me

This is the self that can be seen, and yet this is not like that which is myself

A strange feeling

My body feels as if it is melting

I can no longer see myself

My form, my shape fades from view

Awareness dawns of someone who is not me

Who is here? There? Beyond me, here

Shinji

This person I know, Major Katsuragi

Dr. Akagi

People, my classmates

The pilot of Unit Two

Commander Ikari

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Mountain, heavy are the mountains

But that changes, with the passage of time

Sky, blue sky, what your eyes can't see, what your eyes can see

The sun, one, only one

Water, it is agreeable, Commander Ikari

Flowers, so many the same, so many without purpose

Sky, sky of red, red the color, the color I hate

Liquid flows, it drips, ripples, and pours

Blood, scent of blood, woman who does not bleed

From the red soil the humans come

Humans made by man and woman

City, a human creation

Eva, a human creation as well

What are humans?

Are they creations of God?

Humans, that which is created by humans

This is that which is mine

My life, my heart

I am a vessel for my thoughts

The entry plug, the throne of the soul

Who is this? This is me

Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?

I am I.

This object that is, is myself

That which forms me

This is the self that can be seen, and yet this is not like that which is myself

A strange feeling

My body feels as if it is melting

I can no longer see myself

My form, my shape fades from view

Awareness dawns of someone who is not me

Who is here? There? Beyond me, here

Shinji

This person I know, Major Katsuragi

Dr. Akagi

People, my classmates

The pilot of Unit Two

Commander Ikari

Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?