| Ash |
| On the other 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 tradegy. Born inside me , reality is together with tradegy Going round , round , round , round , round , round , round my conciousness. Going round , round , round , round , round , round , round the despair. On the night of the cherry blossoms , I crumble to pieces , turn like 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 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 my mother I 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 tradegy. Born inside me , reality is together with tradegy One thousand sorrows , one thousand lies , one thousand desires , one thousand... One thousand loves , one thousand eyes , one thousand realities , despair On the night of the cherry blossoms , 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 neck , In the nausia , I go round Finnished acting. |