Ain’t Afraid to Die
By; Dir en Grey
Single; Ain’t Afraid to Die
kimi to futaride aruita ano goro no michi wa nakute
sore demo zutto aruita itsuka kimi to aeru no kana
nadaraka na oka no ue yuruyaka ni yuki ga furu todokanai to
hodottemo
kimi no heya ni hitotsu daisuki datta hana o ima...
sore demo zutto aruita itsuka kimi to aeru no kana
nadaraka na oka no ue yuruyaka ni yuki ga furu todokanai to
hodottemo
kimi no heya ni hitotsu daisuki datta hana o ima...
kyonen saigo no yuki no hi kataku kawashita yakusoku
omoidaseba toke dashi tenohira kara koborete
nadaraka na oka no ue yuruyaka ni yuki ga furu todokanai to
hodottemo
kimi no heya ni hitotsu daisuki datta hana o ima...
madohen ni hitori kiride tada yuki o mitsumeteru kimi o
omoidashi nagara
garasu koshi ni kimi o ukabe saigo no kuchizuke shite...
ne...waratte yo mou nakanaide
koko kara zutto anata o mite iru wa
nadaraka na oka no ue yuruyaka ni yuki ga furu todokanai to
hodottemo
kimi no heya ni hitotsu daisuki datta hana o ima...
akari wa shizuka ni shiroku some yuku machi no naka
kimi ga mita saigo no kisetsu iro
namida o otoshita genjitsu to wa zankoku da ne
kimi ga mita saigo no kisetsu iro
shiki to kimi no iro yagate kieru darou
yuki wa tokete machikado ni hana ga saki
kimi ga mita "shikisai wa" sotto toketeyuku
kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi
(machikado ni hitotsu no hana sora o miagereba saigo no yuki ga
tenohira ni koborete)
English
The way that we walked together back then is lost
Yet always we were walking, someday shall I meet with you?
Atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
In your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
The day of last year's final snow a promise firmly exchanged
When I remembered, it started to melt, and spill from the palm of my hand
Atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
In your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
All alone by the window, just staring at the snow, while I remember you
Through the glass, I recall you, and give you a final kiss...
Hey smile don't cry anymore
From here on, always, I'll be watching you
Atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
In your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
The brightness quietly colours the inside of the town white
You saw the season's final colours
A tear falls reality is cruel, isn't it?
You saw the season's final colours
The four seasons and your colours too soon will disappear
The snow melts, on the street corner, the flowers bloom
You saw the "hues" softly dissolving
The day of this year's final snow *on the street corner, one single flower
When I look up at the sky, the final snow will spill into the palm of my hand*
Yet always we were walking, someday shall I meet with you?
Atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
In your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
The day of last year's final snow a promise firmly exchanged
When I remembered, it started to melt, and spill from the palm of my hand
Atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
In your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
All alone by the window, just staring at the snow, while I remember you
Through the glass, I recall you, and give you a final kiss...
Hey smile don't cry anymore
From here on, always, I'll be watching you
Atop the gently sloping hill, the snow slowly falls I understand that I cannot reach you, yet
In your room, a single flower of the kind that you loved, is now...
The brightness quietly colours the inside of the town white
You saw the season's final colours
A tear falls reality is cruel, isn't it?
You saw the season's final colours
The four seasons and your colours too soon will disappear
The snow melts, on the street corner, the flowers bloom
You saw the "hues" softly dissolving
The day of this year's final snow *on the street corner, one single flower
When I look up at the sky, the final snow will spill into the palm of my hand*
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