[Ideas, character, and body.
Imitating these fake things,
I keep fighting in the pseudo world.

I had begun to doubt even my own memories
and the truth changed into a lie.
Like the way Mom walked,

my sister and I will probably go the same way...]

Glory turning into ash, swooping down to the darkness

Crimson dyed karma falls
Lost in sadness, I'm still trying to get up
We're at the end of rivalry, even so nothing can be seen


I am always alone...


Decadent flowers, bloody memories
As if they would go round and round forever
Lamentation of flowers, graven miseries

Silence that will never return

Repeated routs, what I dreamed in my last dream was

A monochrome vision without end
And fading vows left unanswered
Even reason is sinking down to the farthest depths


Pitch-black flowers, memories of oblivion
Unprecedented flowers that keep blooming and dying

Flowers of chaos, repeating miseries
In this eclipsed garden


Decadent flowers, bloody memories
As if they would go round and round forever
Lamentation of flowers, graven miseries

Silence that will never return

Please lead the mistakes of this rotten world to an end

Now, before this world is gone...
What's left in my hand are the ashes of a flower...