toketeshimau ito o mitsume… monji ni dekinai hidari te desu.
chi o nagasu tabi ni ikitere riyuu… miidasu kotoba ga azayakade
te no naka ni wa aisuru beki hito sae mo hanabanashiku chitte
te no naka ni wa ikita imi kisande mo munashiki hana to shiru
The Final
hitotsu futasu to fuetsuzuku… naze ni waraenai esa ni naru?
fukaki goku no kokoro ketsushite modore wa shinai
ashita o sawarenai jigyakuteki rokasha
Suicide is the proof of life
te no naka ni wa aisuru beki hito sae mo hanabanashiku chitte
te no naka ni wa ikita imi kisande mo munashiki hana to chiru
So I can’t live
Sou naku shita mono wa umarenai
ikiteru atashi sae motomerarenai uta
Let’s put an end… The Final
raisui no tsubomi sakaseyou
---translation---
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, the petals will only
scatter 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
Let’s bloom flowers of attempted suicide.
解けてしまう意図を見つめ…文字に出来ない左手です
血を流す度に生きてる理由…見出す言葉が鮮やかで
手の中には愛すべき人さえも華々しく散って
手の中には生きた意味刻んでも虚しき華と知る
The Final
一つ二つと増え続ける…何故に笑えない餌となる?
深き獄の心決して戻れはしない
明日を触れない自虐的敗北者
Suicide is the proof of life
手の中には愛すべき人さえも華々しく散って
手の中には生きた意味刻んでも虚しき華と散る
So I can't live
そう無くしたモノはもう産まれない
生きてる証さえ求められない歌
Let’s put an end…The Final
未遂の蕾咲かせよう‥‥‥
English lyrics:
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 are being so vivid and bright
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived in my hand
It will be only known as the flower 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.
I miss the old Dir en Grey... I really miss them.
This band gave me the entrance for everything. Anime, J-rock, Visual kei, everything for me. Im talking about like 9 years almost.
Music is music. Dir en grey is one of my favorite bands, along with Zebrahead, TDWP, Issues, blink-182, any band I listen to. I'm not a fan of anything really( because I hate how a lot of fan-atics blindly follow bands with their tail in between their legs like a cheap). If I like it, I'll jam to it, and dir en grey has evolved and changed and eventually moved on from flashy feminine get up most v kei are known for( many veterans of the genre say that visual kei has lost its spark),
Seriously this song changed my entire life. I was 13 years old and a friend gave me a copy of Withering to Death and I listened to it so much that I wore out the cd. This song gives me so many emotions. I had such a hard time in life at that age and finding the Vk culture helped me get away from it all! I would give anything to see them live!
They almost look like they were taken straight out of the movie The Crow with this video. This was the first Dir en Grey song I heard and I was like "THIS IS THE BEST BAND EVER!!!"
This song takes me back to the days i was 14, sitting in my parents basement. Its weird how listening to one song can take you decades back in time and bring all those feelings back with it.
