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 Blumen in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as Blumen of vanity.
the final
One Von one it multiplies.... why be a sad bait?
Deep within the hell of my heart.... I can't go back
A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life
Even loved ones scatter like petals from Blumen in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will just scatter as Blumen 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 bloom Blumen of attempted suicide..........
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 Blumen in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as Blumen of vanity.
the final
One Von one it multiplies.... why be a sad bait?
Deep within the hell of my heart.... I can't go back
A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life
Even loved ones scatter like petals from Blumen in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, the petals will just scatter as Blumen 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 bloom Blumen of attempted suicide..........