深く刺さる棘が 中身のない器は
幾度重ねても 何も溢れない 何も生まれない
孤独からの逃避は 虚無への進行で
誰かを見下す 道具のように
そんな現実なんて
笑顔の奥底 光に透かしても見えない
記憶の中でだけは 信じさせて
毒をまとう風は 美しい花がただ憎くて
刻が満ちて 一輪の花が 天を舞うとき
笑顔の約束 涙で滲んで見えない
夢の続きを またいつか見せて
Look at myself again, I can't rule nothing
f**akutsukisasarutogega nakaminonaiutsuwawa
ikudokasanetemo nanimoafurenai nanimoumarenai
kodokukaranotouhiwa kyomuenoshinkoude
darekawomikudasu dougunoyouni
sonnagenjitsunante
egaonookusoko hikarinisukashitemomienai
kiokunonakadedakewa shinjisasete
dokuwomatoukazewa utsukushiihanagatadanikukute
tokigamichite ichirinnohanaga tenwomautoki
egaonoyakusoku namidadenijindemienai
yumenotsuzukiwo mataitsukamisete
Look at myself again, I can't rule nothing
Thorn that sticks deeply.
Anything doesn't overflow and doesn`t appear no matter how pile something up into the container without contents.
The escape from solitude is progress to nothingness. And it is like the tool to look down at someone.
Such reality...
The bottom of the smile isn`t seen even if I hold it up to the light. let me believe it only in the memory.
The wind that wears the poison nothing but hates beautiful flower.
When time is filled and a flower flutters about in the sky...
Promise of the smile isn`t seen because it blotted by tears.
Show the continuation of the dream again sometime.
Look at myself again, I can't rule nothing.
幾度重ねても 何も溢れない 何も生まれない
孤独からの逃避は 虚無への進行で
誰かを見下す 道具のように
そんな現実なんて
笑顔の奥底 光に透かしても見えない
記憶の中でだけは 信じさせて
毒をまとう風は 美しい花がただ憎くて
刻が満ちて 一輪の花が 天を舞うとき
笑顔の約束 涙で滲んで見えない
夢の続きを またいつか見せて
Look at myself again, I can't rule nothing
f**akutsukisasarutogega nakaminonaiutsuwawa
ikudokasanetemo nanimoafurenai nanimoumarenai
kodokukaranotouhiwa kyomuenoshinkoude
darekawomikudasu dougunoyouni
sonnagenjitsunante
egaonookusoko hikarinisukashitemomienai
kiokunonakadedakewa shinjisasete
dokuwomatoukazewa utsukushiihanagatadanikukute
tokigamichite ichirinnohanaga tenwomautoki
egaonoyakusoku namidadenijindemienai
yumenotsuzukiwo mataitsukamisete
Look at myself again, I can't rule nothing
Thorn that sticks deeply.
Anything doesn't overflow and doesn`t appear no matter how pile something up into the container without contents.
The escape from solitude is progress to nothingness. And it is like the tool to look down at someone.
Such reality...
The bottom of the smile isn`t seen even if I hold it up to the light. let me believe it only in the memory.
The wind that wears the poison nothing but hates beautiful flower.
When time is filled and a flower flutters about in the sky...
Promise of the smile isn`t seen because it blotted by tears.
Show the continuation of the dream again sometime.
Look at myself again, I can't rule nothing.