L'Arc~en~Ciel/Kasou

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Kasou
(Cremation)

L'Arc~en~Ciel



Romaji English

Barabara ni chirabaru hanabira shizuku wa kurenai
Kaketa tsuki yo maware towa no koi wo utsushi

Hitomi aketa mama fushoku shite yuku karada
Azayaka ni ushinawareru kono ishiki dake wo nokoshite
Haru wo matezu ni

Itoshii anata wa tada sotto tsumetaku natte
Ude no naka de kowarenagara
Hora yume no fuchi de yonderu
Itsumo no you ni ah...
Kurui saita yoru ni
Nemurenu tamashii no senritsu
Yami ni ukabu hana wa semete mo no hanamuke

Tadoritsuita owari umare kawari no itami
Nomikomareru tsuchi no naka de musubarete itta yakusoku
Shinda sekai
Barabara ni chirabaru hanabira shizuku wa kurenai
Kaketa tsuki yo maware towa no koi wo utsushi

Koyoi wa mou yume utsutsu
Yagate tojita hitomi

Kurui saita yoru ni
Nemurenu tamashii no senritsu
Yami ni ukabu hana wa semete mo no hanamuke

Barabara ni chirabaru hanabira shizuku wa kurenai
Kaketa tsuki yo maware towa no koi wo utsushi

Ah...kurui saita yoru ni

The scattered flower petals, the drops are crimson
The waning moon spins round, projecting an eternal love

Eyes still open, my body decays
Leaving behind only this brilliantly lost consciousness
Not waiting for spring

You, my beloved, just quietly grow cold
Breaking in my arms
Look, I'm calling to you from the edge of a dream
Like always, ah...
On a night that blooms with madness
The melody of an unsleeping soul
The flower that floats in darkness is a meagre farewell gift

The end we've reached, the pain of rebirth
The promise that binds us as we're swallowed up by the earth
A dead world
The scattered flower petals, the drops are crimson
The waning moon spins round, projecting an eternal love

Tonight I'm half-asleep
Eventually I closed my eyes

On a night that blooms with madness
The melody of an unsleeping soul
The flower that floats in darkness is a meagre farewell gift

The scattered flower petals, the drops are crimson
The waning moon spins round, projecting an eternal love

Ah...on a night that blooms with madness