What will one’s existence be?   Where will be hope to live?   I'm hurting from sorrow rather than from a wound.   The crimson tears won't stop…      Inside those crimson tears, I’m wondering what is the sense of my existence   I closed myself to your reluctant mind   With your smile combined with hypocrisy, I understand your foolish lie   I want to forget my dear and cruel you   I pray for your welfare and a little malice.      What should I find in despair? Make me realize.   Image is breaking.   This invisible grief is painful   Take away my sad blood. Destroy my scared face.   Am I only tumbling in pain?   I’m just crying… I still want to love you   Under this mask, I’m quivering in lamented weakness   Who am I only looking for, hating, and living for?   Laugh at my exposed wound   Can you be satisfied with the crime you spitted out with your horrible voice? Again…      I'm just killing myself.      I’m just crying… I still want to love you   Under this mask, I’m quivering in lamented weakness      Holding my despair from your unreachable voice, I don’t hesitate anymore   I can’t live with strength, nobody can save me      Who am I only looking for, hating, living for?   Laugh at my exposed wound   Can you be satisfied with the crime you spitted out with your horrible voice? Again…      I'm just killing myself.      Even if I die in darkness, surrounded by my solitude, would you cry for me?   An cynical perfect love   In order to break this disturbed mind, the shapeless me, you didn’t yet…   Will you demand me again?