I peel off my frail consciousness slowly,
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So my footsteps won't make a sound.
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I become ash, scattering into tiny pieces.
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It's only this, nothing more...
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Without a trace
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The feeling that I'm aware of my ignorance
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Is more cowardice than helplessness.
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Crawling into the bottom of my mixed consciousness,
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I ask my subconsciousness...
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"I cannot see my future..."
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Burying your breath in the still season,
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You, who waited for help, dissovled into nothingness.
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The withered song you cannot hear anymore...
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It's crying without exception.
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My tears that fell for my loss
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Will also flow when I endure this agony.
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Just like everyone else who deserted you,
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I close my eyelids.
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My body that's entwined within the spiral
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Is slowly, slowly twisting.
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In my throat, there are thousands of questions that are like thorns;
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I'm asking, "What can I save?"
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My future is dying right before my eyes...
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Burying your breath in the still season,
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You, who waited for help, dissovled into nothingness.
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The withered song you cannot hear anymore...
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It's crying without exception.
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The dense fog that refuses to clear up...
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So the proof of your existence that won't dissipate...
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If this song reaches you,
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You'll probably think it's hypocritical.
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Burying your breath in the still season,
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You, who waited for help, dissovled into nothingness.
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I can't make my raised voice retreat so you can't hear it anymore...
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I've come to realize that it is my sin.
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Without A Trace (English)
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| Gazette |
