The GazettE: Ganges Ni Akai Bara (wersja ang.)

When speaking figuratively you seem to be
A crow that wanted to dive on the water's surface with spread wings
What are the eyes seeing that pretend to be innocent?
Please give ease to the girl who's thin hands are pointing to the sky...
A rosary made of brass hangs around your neck
And was replaced by a light brown leather rope
The hymn mixed with a smile is interrupted and at the same time you lose your footing
While watching the trembling shadow, rationality is mutilated
Understanding has no meaning in this scattered cult like the tone of a bell that's ringing coldly
February is decorated in taciturnity, palms put together in a deep prayer
To God, unable to save, please answer me...
Experiencing life's value in death, this death lets the flowers of life bloom
A colorless God and a sleeping withered rose
I hold onto the drowning you, let's face the beautiful darkness
In order for wax to melt, it's shape was taken
When tomorrow is left without shadows, what is there more than reality?
I want to aknowledge you, please don't be sad, even if there's nothing reflected in these eyes anymore
February is decorated in taciturnity, palms put together in a deep prayer
To God, unable to save, please answer me...
Experiencing life's value in death, this death lets the flowers of life bloom
I'm singing those deserted words
Your birthday is decorated in taciturnity, no matter how many times the celebrating of this day was continued
You were born and raised here, at the place you loved
Weakly it continues trembling and flowing, this eternal sleep in beauty.
Your journey was decorated by red roses.
What I asked peacefully is to never entrust the language of emotions
Can you laugh from your heart, I wonder if there is any happiness?