THE FINAL

THE FINAL by Dir en Grey
The intention is clear, I stare… with this left hand, unable to be worded
Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live… And I discover words being so vivid and bright

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity

the final

One by one it multiplies… why be a sad bait?

Deep within the hell of my heart… I can’t go back
A self-tortured loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will just scatter as flowers of vanity

So I can’t live
What’s lost can’t be born again

A song that’s not even seeking the proof of living
Let’s put an end… the final

Let’s blood flowers of attempted suicide…………………………..

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