Tears turn meaningless, words into hate.
If we can't make ourselves understood, we might as well disappear.
Open our eyes and we see-
Reality.
We know that there is no such thing as hope...
I heard for sure the sound of your disappearing.
Memories lost, Consciousness in darkness...
If this feeling cannot be understood, we might as well throw it away!
Open your eyes and you see-
Reality!
There is not a single thing that is certain...
Everything is wavering right and left, and that's what now is made of...
Fading away or being alive, either way there is no meaning.
Everything is swaying to and forth, and that's what now is made of...
There is not a single thing that is certain...
We know that there is no such thing as hope...