The picture of loneliness that I saw in mixed colors
Is melting before my eyes,
skillfully it's taking off it's shell
Manipulated by the addiction to the ideal of release,
I can't even keep the balance in my skull.
"Something is laughing."
I'm getting distorted while losing,
I entrust my release to a tangled intention.
Affection on the surface.
Peel off pretence!
Because of my shame that I ripped off,
I'm fainting in agony, this unpainted face is distorted by the truth.
"Something is laughing."
I'm decorating these feelings of sorrow.
This unpleasant existence is calling out for nausea.
Affection on the surface.
Peel off pretence!
I'm unable to grasp your reaching hand.
My thoughts are scattering and melting together.
The fading days are gazing at these pictures that wither and die.
For you even the printed dreams will disappear.
You are in a part of the gear.
Before long I start trembling from something that is stuck in my throat.
In the light which was given to me I only see the shadows.
Those inexperienced days are smashed up.
Sincerely, I'm carrying them on my shoulders.
I get confused by knowing that nothing can save me.
Suddenly I'm drained
I'm dreaming and
Although it keeps on pressing me down
An error is deep"¦
The tears overflow after such a long time.
I'm unable to grasp your reaching hand
My thoughts are scattering and melting together.
The fading days are gazing at these pictures that wither and die.
As long as my voice is flaking off it can't be heard "anymore"
You, who knows this pain, will soon plant the seeds here once again.
You hope that the flowers that changed their colors will bloom someday.
You, who knows this pain, when you poured water on them without trembling
What you saw was that the flowers that had no colors were calling out for you.
You are in a part of the gear.