笑みを浮かべ涙流し 手首に夢抱き
信じた声嘘が笑う 病的被害者
管を伝う 赤い液を見詰めて泣いている
命さえも切り落とせず 愛は深い物
白い心を命色に染めて
傷よ深く深く深く成れ
人の群れに 縛られている 孤独感じ 何も出来ずに
明日はもう 来ないのだろう 16歳の夜
夜が恐い 夜が寒い 夜の群れに 夜寝溺れていく
明日はもう 来ないのだろう 16歳の春
真実の舌と夜
光は無い閉ざされている 12歳のある朝
ベジタリアン気味の僕と 屍肉の抜け殻
白い心を命色に染めて
傷よ深く深く深く成れ
人の群れに 縛られている 孤独感じ 何も出来ずに
明日はもう 来ないのだろう 16歳の夜
夜が恐い 夜が寒い 夜の群れに 夜寝溺れていく
明日はもう 来ないのだろう 16歳の春
静かにして 瞳を閉じて 母と父の 顔を浮かべて
何度笑い 何度泣いても 戻らない
涙枯れた寒い夜にはお別れです 手首に
さよなら
明日はもう 来ない春
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Emi o ukabe namida nagashi Tekubi ni yume daki
Shinjita koe uso ga warau Byōteki higai-sha
Kuda o tsutau Akai eki o mitsumetenaite iru
Inochisae mo kiriotosezu Ai wa fukai mono
Shiroi kokoro o inochiiro ni somete
Kizu yo fukaku fukaku fukaku nare
Hito no mure ni Shibararete iru Kodoku kanji Nani mo dekizu ni
Ashita wa mō Konai nodarō Jūroku no yoru
Yoru ga kowai Yoru ga samui Yoru no mure ni Yoi oborete iku
Ashita wa mō Konai nodarō Jūroku no haru
Shinjitsu no shita to yoru
Hikari wa nai tozasarete iru Jūni no aru asa
Bejitariangimi no boku to Shi niku no nukegara
Shiroi kokoro o inochiiro ni somete
Kizu yo fukaku fukaku fukaku nare
Hito no mure ni Shibararete iru Kodoku kanji Nani mo dekizu ni
Ashita wa mō Konai nodarō Jūroku no yoru
Yoru ga kowai Yoru ga samui Yoru no mure ni Yoi oborete iku
Ashita wa mō Konai nodarō Jūroku no haru
Shizuka ni shite Hitomi o tojite Haha to chichi no Kao o ukabete
Nando warai Nando naitemo Modoranai
Namida kareta samui yoru ni wa owakare desu Tekubi ni
Sayonara
Asu wa mō Konai haru
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Grinning as tears roll down your face
The dream lies on the wrist
The voices you believed are lies that giggle
The pathological victim
Crying while looking at the red liquid running through the tube
Unable to even end your life
Love is a deep state
Dye the white heart into the color of life
Become deeper deeper deeper, I say to the wound
Bound by the crowd
Feeling isolation and being unable to do anything
I'm afraid tomorrow will not come
The night of the 16-year-old
Afraid of the night
The night is cold
Drowning in the swarming night
I'm afraid tomorrow will not come
The Spring of the 16-year-old
The truth of the tongue and night
There is no light, it is closed
One morning of the 12-year-old
I, being almost a vegetarian and the remains of the carcass
Dye the white heart into the color of life
Become deeper deeper deeper, I say to the wound
Bound by the crowd
Feeling isolation and being unable to do anything
I'm afraid tomorrow will not come
The night of the 16-year-old
Afraid of the night
The night is cold
Drowning in the swarming night
I'm afraid tomorrow will not come
The Spring of the 16-year-old
Stay quiet, close your eyes and thing about your mother and your father
No matter how many times you've laughed and cried, it will never be the same
On the cold night when the tears have all dried-up will be the time to say farewell
To your wrist
Good bye
The spring that will not come tomorrow
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