The Karma of a criminal
is being dyed black.
While the tragedy creaks,
one forgets how to breathe.
There is no stopping anymore,
for death has been casted.
It's a struggle with destiny,
for there is no such thing as "God".
A frozen rose,
is beautiful as is.
AH AH AH...
Which serves as mourning for you.
Sinking into depression,
to the deep (edges) of the water.
The eyes which remain veiled.
What should I promise?
Exhausted by my prayers,
is my Despair.
In a world without love,
I gave (the naive cry) a voice.
Never ever dream.
All I have are these memories.
AH AH AH...
Which I shall cling onto for dear life.
Dear Despair, like a glass piercing
hear my prayer. Why am I living?
Dear Despair, grant me thy wings and
take the air from Nightingale's prison. [x2]
[Fretting (I come) the rusted moon is my refuge,
seeing all the canaries.
The hope (that scars) remains small and uncertain,
exhausting the voices (or) to that extent.
Theories fueled by madness of the King whom was out of order,
were (filed) in the pages of a book stained by the night.]
Never ever dream.
All I have are these memories.
AH AH AH...
Which I shall cling onto for dear life.