When the singing stops,
it is the end of fate..
I had decided only that,
I don't know the reason..
Although i'm yearning for it so much even the gold color fades..
It seems the outline of longing becomes more distant...
Here, my palm
Squeeze it back...
Let's exchange pain for pain
We'll turn it into provisions,
pieces of fallen petals
Wholly wounded, i imitate, i take shape
Beyond the awakening...
Let's go.. always... let's make it resound..
lyrics credit: Kurea47 (comment) @ here