若い死者からのレクイエム (Wakai Shisha Kara no Requiem, Requiem From a Young Death)

若い死者からのレクイエム (Wakai Shisha Kara no Requiem, Requiem From a Young Death) by Ali Project

The top of the blue skin is oozing
I can see blood thats like a red meteor
what will you remember?
I have your heart, im not ready to wound your eyes
into even more profound pain
the terror of illusions

the generous anaethesia is rising
everybody is not already here on this night
like a soft whisper
your voice is wringing
a tricking drop of blood
from now, you sleep
into the inside of your darkness

is it so
that you can see the way out of the light?
from wanting to see it

if the world is ugly
then will it not be the people's happiness?
at the bottom of the shadow
you suffer from agony and the unbearable loneliness
will exceed and you will come to know
the transparent emotions

that sort of life is rising
your hands are separating
the exceeding scarcity but
I have remembered
the figure of a smiling face
from this, I will awaken
to the days of your tomorrow

before you
have died
as long as we have met
no matter how lonely you are
surely, i will give pay
to your warm hands
from carrying
onto such strong warmth

the gentle anaesthesia is rising
everybody is not already here on this night
like a soft whisper
your voice is wringing
a trickling drop of blood
from now, you are asleep
to the inside of your darkness

the way out of the light
and even I, will disappear
from you passing away


Majestic.
I wasn't honest. Or perhaps I didn't talk, I didn't want to ruin the moment. It's not that serious anyway. It will happen one day or another, its a matter of how much control does my shadow exercise over my conscious mind. The problem lies whetever I want to or not.
How much I fear, How much I feel.
Dance Macabre, Dance Macabre.