Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Final”
- The intention is clear, I stare, with this left hand, unable to be worded Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live ... And I discover words being so vivid and bright Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity The Final One by one it multiplies ... why be a sad bait? Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back A self-torture loser, not being able to see tomorrow Suicide is the proof of life Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand, it will only be known as flowers of vanity So I can't live What's lost can't be born again A song that's not even seeking the proof of living Let's put an end ... The Final Lets bloom flowers of attempted suicide.
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