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• Artiste: The GazettE
• Titre: distress and coma
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Until your distress sleeps, Fill me up with your grief. Until your distress sleeps Hello, dear; my bride What are you looking at? You can't pick up the butterfly that fell to the ground with those eyes. What I want to forget, the pure white agony... If I believe, The wounds I've sustained won't heal. Dance, dance, I let you sleep and dance The tears won't stop. Kill your voice, and with those hand that quiver weakly, Clean your lips. Hello, dear; my bride Your feet are burning. The buzzing in your ears is becoming a need Your breaths of unconsciousness Runs along my skin The smile in the blade that swings silently. The thing I want to forget, the pure white agony... If I believe, The wounds I've sustained won't heal. In the barren dreams, The reality that does not wake up reflects the present. Even the grief...If it answers me with a real face, It's okay if I get hurt... Don't forget; The throbbing is attracted to you, who knows pain, I wait here... "Goodnight." Dance, dance, dance until I can fall asleep. The tears do not stop. If there is nothing, then the time that closes the heart Will wither away. In the barren dreams, I sing once more; Even the grief...if it answers me with myself, It's okay if I get hurt... Until your distress sleeps, Fill me up with your grief. Until your distress sleeps... In the dream that should end, "Goodbye" is blooming...