Ware, Yami Tote . . . - DIR EN GREY

Who am I?

Who stops and stands still as I entrust myself to the wind, in-between the times that are limited?

Where is this place?

This place that comes crushing down, all in-between those common and familiar words?

I taint my intentions with darkness

It's easy to stop breathing... but I just want to feel you just a little more

Will you allow me to live?

One bright morning, I opened my eyes and it came tears I felt like I've realized the meaning for the first time

Don't know why, but I feel sadness when you're near me

Why can't we become one?

I put my hands out for those words that are too fragile, even just one

Please give my heart something, anything like a blade sharp enough to strike you

The emptiness of compensating

It ripens

Into just darkness...

The shouting of the sunset

One bright morning, I opened my eyes and it came tears I felt like I've realized the meaning for the first time

Don't know why, but I feel sadness when you're near me

Why can't we become one?

I put my hands out for those words that are too fragile, even just one

Please give my heart something, anything like a blade sharp enough to strike you

If you just erase your memory do you think that you can change?

If it's forgotten and changed, and you weren't you anymore

The correct value of all things will begin to look cruel

At least let me change what I have now into a voice

The terms and conditions of tomorrow

The screams are too sweet, love changes its shape

Forgetting the pain and forgetting myself

But now, I take it day by day with the flowing proof...

The correct value of all things will begin to look cruel

At least let me change what I have now into a voice

The terms and conditions of tomorrow

With the proof in the name of living...