The top of the blue skin is oozing
I can see blood that's like a red meteor
What will you remember?
I have your heart, I'm not ready to wound your eyes
Into even more profound pain
The terror of illusions
The generous anaethesia is rising
Everybody is not already here on this night
Like a soft whisper
Your voice is wringing
A trickling drop of blood
From now, you sleep
Into the inside of your darkness
Is it so
That you can see the way out of the light?
From wanting to see it
If the world is ugly
Then will it not be the peoples' happiness?
At the bottom of the shadow
You suffer from agony and the unbearable loneliness
Will exceed and you will come to know
The transparent emotions
That sort of life is rising
Your hands are separating
The exceeding scarcity but
I have remembered
The figure of a smiling face
From this, I will awaken
To the days of your tomorrow
Before you
Have died
As long as we have met
No matter how lonely you are
Surely, I will give pay
To your warm hands
From carrying
Onto such strong warmth
The gentle anaesthesia is rising
Everybody is not already here on this night
Like a soft whisper
Your voice is wringing
A trickling drop of blood
From now, you are asleep
To the inside of your darkness
The way out of the light
And even I will disappear
From you passing away
I can see blood that's like a red meteor
What will you remember?
I have your heart, I'm not ready to wound your eyes
Into even more profound pain
The terror of illusions
The generous anaethesia is rising
Everybody is not already here on this night
Like a soft whisper
Your voice is wringing
A trickling drop of blood
From now, you sleep
Into the inside of your darkness
Is it so
That you can see the way out of the light?
From wanting to see it
If the world is ugly
Then will it not be the peoples' happiness?
At the bottom of the shadow
You suffer from agony and the unbearable loneliness
Will exceed and you will come to know
The transparent emotions
That sort of life is rising
Your hands are separating
The exceeding scarcity but
I have remembered
The figure of a smiling face
From this, I will awaken
To the days of your tomorrow
Before you
Have died
As long as we have met
No matter how lonely you are
Surely, I will give pay
To your warm hands
From carrying
Onto such strong warmth
The gentle anaesthesia is rising
Everybody is not already here on this night
Like a soft whisper
Your voice is wringing
A trickling drop of blood
From now, you are asleep
To the inside of your darkness
The way out of the light
And even I will disappear
From you passing away