On the othe side of the stained glass, a body too ugly for sight.
Feel like spitting it out even now, held by my mother I fall asleep.
One day when I realised about myself, I say "sa-yo-na-ra" to my body.
Inside the paradise pictured by my mother, why am I reborn?
In a world that's bound hand and foot, piecing back the broken memories...
Born inside me, reality is part of the tragedy.
Born inside me, reality is together with tragedy.
Going round, round, round, round, round, round, round, my conciousness.
Going round, round, round, round, round, round, round, the depair.
On the night of the cherry blossums, I crumble to pieces, turn to ash, like
returning to sand.
Even without words, it's a sight too sad, but I still keep on refusing.
I try putting my hands on my own neck, In the nausia, round and round.
On the other side of the stained glass, a body too ugly for sight.
Feel like spitting it out even now, held by mother lets fall asleep.
In a world that's bound by hand and foot, piecing back the broken
memories...
Born inside me, reality is part of the tragedy.
Born inside me, reality is together with tragedy.
One thousand sorrows, one thousand lies, one thousand desires, on
thousand...
One thousand loves, one thousand eyes, one thousand realities, despair
On the night of the cherry blossums, I crumble to pieces, turn to ash, like
returning to sand.
Even without words, its' a sight too sad, but I still keep on refusing.
I try putting my hands on my own neck, In the nausia, I go round.
Finished acting.
