kowarete yuku yorokobi mo yagate kieru kanashimi mo omoiegaku subete wo daite ima honoo wo yami ni ukaberu
SUKOA no yakiba wa koko desu ka? suterare oto no nai kanashii uta ga koe wo watashi no koe ga hoshii? tsuki hate kieru sadame da keredo
moeagare kanashimi yo saigo ni kagayakasete ageru wa utawarenu uta no tame hi wo kube dabi ni fuse
kirameite wa kiete yuku imawa no kotoba no toji me utsukushiku haeru onkei ni are wa kagerou? mae ga mienai
moete wa hai ni kie yuku MERODI arata ni netsu wo tomosareru HAAMONII nan do mo nan do mo kurikaesu watashi ni wa donna imi ga aru no?
'goraku nado sonna mono' munashii nante omoitakunai karisome no akari demo imi nado mienakute mo
moehirogaru kurenai no hinote wa sora made nobiru watashi ga nomikomareru mae ni atarashii oto wo choudai
moetsuki hateta nakigara tsumiagerareta jinai yakiba de utau watashi no koe no yukiba wa konna mono
kirameite wa kiete yuku imawa no kotoba no toji me utsukushiku hibiku onkei wa subete kagerou? nani mo kikoe nai......
kowarete yuku kanashimi mo yagate kieru yorokobi mo omoiegaku subete wo daite ima honoo no umi ni tokeyuku The joy of the pending destruction and the sadness of the looming disappearance, holding them along with everything I have imagined I set a fire floating in the darkness now.
Is this the crematory for music scores? The sad and abandoned songs with no sound. Voice, does it want my voice? Even though its fate is to be used up and vanish
Flare up your sadness I will let you shine at the end For the sake of the sad songs that never were sung I will throw you into the fire and cremate you
As the sparkle fades away at the end of dying words in the beautiful musical scenery Is that a mirage? I cannot see the future (pronounced: cannot see ahead)
Melodies that turn into ash once you burn them Harmonies that get heated up again and again These keep happening over and over What does these all mean for me?
“This is what entertainment is like” I don’t want to think that these are futile Even if this is just a transient light Even if I cannot see the meaning in it
The spreading crimson flames are reaching up into the sky. Before I get swallowed by it please give me a new sound
The carcass left over after the fire The piling up dusts The dying field for the voice of me who sing at the crematory
As the sparkle fades away at the end of dying words in the beautiful musical scenery are everything a mirage? I cannot hear anything
The sadness of the looming destruction and the happiness of the pending disappearance, holding them along with everything I have imagined I melt into the sea of fire now