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When I look back,
There's no one behind me
His Shadow's in front.
Mocked by the Darkness,
I raised up my claws and
I shredded away the night

When did all the raindrops falling upon me begin to turn to blood,
Which trickles down my cheeks?
I have nowhere to go,Nowhere to
Try and force out these shrieks in me.

See my fingers stained with blood.
All of them died at my hand.
So I guess it's your turn,
To be held with my hands.
Hearing the cicadas of the forbidden forest cry,
I'm crying to myself: I can't return again.

One by one, the blue flames disappear
In the night
Inside the Darkness, there's another side
Where Morning has Died
You're trapped inside of a mirror,
Your hands pressed up against the glass
Trying to break free.
Don't worry little child, I'll help you
Find a place to drown out those shrieks.
Little one,come here now
Right here, within my grasp.
No matter how you try, You know you can't escape.
I'm following this trail,where the cicadas cry.
The voice I used to hear disappears from my life.
To the moon that crosses throughout the night,
The tide is starting to flood so high
And the cry of the Black-Tailed Seagulls are beckoning
The dark and the turbulent clouds.

This golden curse that is laced with the long forgotten and left behind words,
And your smile that is kept so secret are starting to stain with crimson.

With eyes closed, I wonder what you could possibly be searching for?
Even if you had tried to collect all of your shattered pieces,
I pull from your fingers that I had touched, but I can't seem to be reaching you.
We can't see the glossed truths and falsehoods if there just isn't any love.

In the dancing wings of the butterflies, dreams and reality just come and go.
The sound of the pouring rain that just won't stop falling hides all of the truths and all the lies.

At the opened banquet, I can see
All of your little pure chosen sheep
As they all start to fill up in the cup
With your intertwining hatred.

In an imprisoned world, I wonder what you could possibly be searching for?
Even if you are wishing for a miracle to forgive,
My voice is scooped out by the whirling wind and it isn't reaching you.
The repeating loneliness won't disappear if there isn't any love.

The noise of the crashing waves; The voice of the sea is like a sweet lullaby
Listening to them seems to purge my committed sins. Committed sins and my dry tears.
The noise of the waves gently rocks my cradle, for always, and
I serenely fall asleep and I have happy dreams.

With eyes closed, I wonder what you could possibly be searching for?
Even if you had tried to collect all of your shattered pieces,
I pull from your fingers that I had touched, but I can't seem to be reaching you.
We can't see the glossed truths and falsehoods if there just isn't any love.





 
 
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