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Curtain Call
GLAY
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Isogashii hibi ni owarenagara
Shiawase da toka fushiawase toka wasurete ite
Totemo chiisana wakare no uta wo kuchizusanda
Takusan no gimonfutachi wo nomikondeta
Mou mayonaka tsukare hateta otoko ga
Mujaki ni odoru yume wo kazoete
Ikutsumo no kizuato dake ga nokoru you ja
Tonari de nemuru anata no koto mo sou tsurai dake
Sayonara no imi ga wakaru made ni
Nan do sayonara wo ieba ii no ka
Ano shounen ga oikaketa towa no yume
Hakushu no naka de shizuka ni yureru
Kienai ai no michi shirube oshiete kure
Kurayami no naka de kiita anata no kodou
Nazeka yasashiku nazeka omoku
Nan no kumori mo nai
Alone
Oh kanashimi no fukai uneri no naka de
Oh hageshisa ni michibikare
Iki taeru hodo no dekiai wo sugite
Seseragi ni tadoritsuita...
Kienai ai no michi shirube oshiete kure
Kurayami no naka de kiita anata no kodou
Nazeka yasashiku nazeka omoku
Nan no kumori mo nai
Tada iru dake de
Soshite sore wa nan no kumori mo nai
Isogashii hibi ni owarenagara
Shiawase da toka fushiawase toka wasurete ite
Totemo chiisana wakare no uta wo kuchizusanda
Takusan no gimonfutachi wo nomikondeta...
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Run down by the busy days
I forget whether I'm happy or unhappy
I hummed a very small farewell song
And swallowed so many question marks
In the middle of the night, the exhausted man
Counts his dreams as they dance innocently
If only the numerous scars will remain
Having you sleep by my side is just heart-breaking
How many times must we say goodbye
Before we understand its meaning?
The eternal dreams that boy chased
Shake quietly amidst the applause
Please show me the guidepost to an undying love
When I hear your heartbeat in the darkness
It's somehow both tender and oppressive
And there are no shadows
Alone
Oh, in the deep swells of sadness
Oh, led by the violence
We passed the love that was obsessive unto death
And arrived at the shallow stream...
Please show me the guidepost to an undying love
When I hear your heartbeat in the darkness
It's somehow both tender and oppressive
And there are no shadows
Just being there
And in that there are no shadows
Run down by the busy days
I forget whether I'm happy or unhappy
I hummed a very small farewell song
And swallowed so many question marks...
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