Sorezore no tadashisa wo furikazasu you ni hito wa mure wo nasu Hamidasu mono karitoru hasami wo tazusae watashi wo toraeru
Kurui hajimeteta nukumori no kaori Yusaburareta watashi wo warai Kimi wa kiete yuku yamiyo no sukima ni Watashi no migawari ni
Akaku akaku Eien ni kizami tsuita Kimi to watashi wo hitotsu tabaneta zangai Ima mo onaji eien wo oyogi nagara Watashi wo matsu no chigireta tsubasa de Oozora wo matte
Dore dake me ga sametara ashita no fumoto e kimi wo tsuredaseru Dore dake batsu wo nuguu ai wo kanadetara watashi wa modoreru
Oitsukitakatta tsukamaetakatta Kimi to futari arukitakatta Kimi wa nigete yuku tozashita tobira wo Ikutsu mo surinukete
Kusuburu hodo Somari yuku akai tsumi wo Yasashii kizu wo watashi wa daite yukitai Ima mo onaji eien wo oyoideiru Kimi no tsubasa ni watashi no ryoute wo Tsunagi awasete
Watashi wa ikiteku tsubasa wo mogareta Tobenai chou no mama
Akaku akaku Eien ni kizami tsuita Kimi to watashi wo hitotsu tabaneta zangai Kusuburu hodo Somari yuku akai tsumi wo Yasashii kizu wo watashi wo daite yukitai Ima mo onaji eien wo oyogi nagara Watashi wo matsu no chigireta tsubasa de Oozora wo matte
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As if each proclaiming justice, people have flocked together,
wielding scissors like culling the excessive, and captured me.
The once warm fragrance turned to madness, laughing at the intimidated me.
You are disapperaing into the gaps of the dark night, substituting me.
Engraved into a crimson, crimson eternity,
the remains that binds you and I as one,
even now, while also drifting in the eternity waiting for me, with broken wings,
dancing in the big sky.
How long must I remain awake, to take you to the foothills of the morning sun?
How much punishment must I wipe away, how much love to emote, for me to return?
I wanted to follow, I wanted to catch up, I wanted to walk together with you.
Yet you ran away, slipping through the myriads of closed doors.
The steeping crimson sin, as if smoldering, the gentle wound,
I want to go embrace them.
Even now, while also drifting in eternity, tether your wings together with my two hands.
I will live on, like a flightless butterfly with its wings torn off.
Engraved into a crimson, crimson eternity,
the remains that binds you and I as one.
The steeping crimson sin, as if smoldering, the gengle wound,
I want to go embrace them.
Even now, while also drifting in the eternity waiting for me,