Guren

Guren

(with english translation)

By: The Gazette

Single: Guren

Album: DIM

Gomen ne ato sukoshi
Anata no namae to nemurasete

Yori sotta sugishi hi wa
Itami wo yorokobi ai
Ryoute ni utsushidasu
Anata wo omoi naite iru


Soko ni furu kanashimi wa
Shiranai mama de ii yo
Ansoku ni furue wo oboeta
Taguri yume wa nani wo miru

Usurenaide anata yo
Wazukana toiki wo kikasete hoshii
Chiisana kodou de naku
Anata yo koko made oide

Kawaranai yume ni
Tsuzuki ga aru nara
Douka togirezu ni
Koufuku to yobe nakutemo
Oborete kasanaru hibi wo

Usurenaide anata yo
Wazukana toiki wo kikasete hoshii
Chiisana kodou de naku
Anata yo koko made oide

Sukui no te saemo aimai de
Byou kizami no mayu wa
Ito wo chigirezu ni haru ni naru

Usure nai de anata yo
Wazuka na toiki de kiitete hoshii
Chiisana kodou no ne ni
Kasurenu inori yo todoke...

Yobenu namae wo daite
Yubiori kazoeru asu wa kienai
Mimi wo fusagi kiiteta
Yurikago yureru oto
Torimodosenu haru ni
Guren no hana ga saku

Translation
Crimson Lotus

I'm sorry... just a little while more, let me sleep by your name.

The passing days drew us closer
The pain is matched with joy
Reflecting in both hands
I cry when I think of you
The sadness that rains there
It's fine to not know about it
In my rest I remembered the shivering
What are these insufficient eyes looking at?

Please don't fade away
Let me hear the tiny sigh
Crying in the small heartbeat
I want you come here!

If there's a continuation in unchanging dreams
Don't let it stop somehow...
Even if it isn't called happiness
The drowning days that don't overlap

Please don't fade away
Let me hear the tiny sigh
Crying in the small heartbeat
I want you come here!

Even the hands of salvation it remains ambiguous
The cocoon of shredded seconds
Will the string be torn off and reduced to ashes?

Please don't fade away
I want to hear the tiny sigh
In the sound of the small heartbeat
Please let the ungrazed prayer reach you
Embracing the name which I cannot call out
Counting on my fingers, tomorrow won't disappear
I heard with blocked ears
The sound of a broken cradle

The spring time will never come again, the crimson lotus is in bloom