The Final (English)
The intention is clear, I stare� with this left hand, unable to be worded
Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live� And I discover words being so vivid and bright
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity
the final
One by one it multiplies� why be a sad bait?
Deep within the hell of my heart� I can�t go back
A self-tortured loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life
Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will just scatter as flowers of vanity
So I can�t live
What�s lost can�t be born again
A song that�s not even seeking the proof of living
Let�s put an end� the final
Let�s blood flowers of attempted suicide...