The 'First Me' opened his eyes thought Nothing of what he had thought he was Yet he had all joy in his gapping mouth, shouting And discovered a voice within Don't you believe the entire world has always drowned in a monochrome Right there and then, a reason made Grab that color with every note I sing
The 'Second Me' opened his eyes saw Life's not all about games at all Yet he only dreaded consequences In dismay, he sang a voice within Don't you believe the entire world ain't consistent with all its words? Right there and then, a reason made Tie it together with every note I sing
The 'Third Me' opened his eyes aware Mankind was something he couldn't care Yet was overwhelmed and he couldn't tell While withering, he sang a voice within Don't you believe the entire world has lived with their perspective blurred Right there and then, a reason made Find who I am with every note I sing
Tried to comprehend, (and study) understand Will I achieve some tranquil once I reach the end? If that's so, how many more Times do I have to endlessly (endlessly) kill myself again?
The 'Forth Me' opened his eyes knew What he had seen wasn't all that cruel Yet was not conceded, not defeated Strong minded, he sang a voice within Don't you believe the entire world has always lived this colorful Right there and then, a reason made Add more color with every note I sing
The 'Fifth Me' opened his eyes in despair Vengefulness had lived everywhere Yet he recognized he had denied the coldness when he sang a voice within Don't you believe the entire world lived with so many garbage there Right there and then, a reason made Break the chain with every note I sing
The 'Sixth Me' opened his eyes, loss Mankind had impaired his heart Yet he closed the wounds to prevent the truth spilling And silently sang a voice within Don't you believe the entire world Wouldn't believe there was crime unheard Right there and then, a reason made Cry from the heart with every note I sing
Shouldn't this mindset of mine be seen What another would call maturity? And if that's really so, how many more, times would there be, the death of me? And when I disappear, where would we go?
And so, at the moment, stood still The 'Seventh Me' had been born An innocent, weakly timid, fearless to speak, too blind to see bashful to say, without a voice called \"Me\"
But what a wretched thing! we're Relying on the seventh me United, will our future's be and Blessing will be told, hopes and dreams fold, Discouragement stored
If to comprehend, if study, understand, Results to relentless discoloration in the end If that's so, there will be an endless cycle of my rebirth (my rebirth) and my death again
The last and final seventh me With his own two hands, killed me