bli jag någonsin klar?
Det är frågan jag ställer mig just nu.... för det känns som om jag aldrig kommer att bli klar men att städa på mitt rum.
Aja! vi får hoppas på att jag klarar av att lyckas få bort allt från golvet idag så får vi se om jag lyckas göra 'okej' på skrivbordet i morgon >____>
Så jag kommer inte skriva så mkt idag... tror jag.
men ni ska iaf få 'Burial Applicant' av Gazette idag som låt.
och så bjuder ja på den engelska översättningen... den talar till mig. Ush vad stark den är (tkr jag).
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bai nii~
Hello my dear, kill me gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
If you wait that you cannot save me, have you at least seen death?
Can I take your ragged breathing as a fake act?
Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind
Die for me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver
Because there are no lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the remains that can't even save a child
The shadow of the subject of the photograph goes crazy. Hate and terror scream together.
Seeing the peeling love, why must this body rot as well?
In the darkness that laughs in red, the foolish words that were spilled
Every time a breath was released is very alike to that "hate"
Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind
Hello my dear, kill me gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
Let my wishes reach the ear that knows a newborn baby's voice and the sound of screams, to the pit bottom
Somehow, please make them sink so far into those wet eyes, as if to swallow them
Deep...So that they never touch me again
And those warped memories that laugh
Forget me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver because there is nothing but lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left behind in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the carriage that can't even love a child.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
If you wait that you cannot save me, have you at least seen death?
Can I take your ragged breathing as a fake act?
Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind
Die for me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver
Because there are no lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the remains that can't even save a child
The shadow of the subject of the photograph goes crazy. Hate and terror scream together.
Seeing the peeling love, why must this body rot as well?
In the darkness that laughs in red, the foolish words that were spilled
Every time a breath was released is very alike to that "hate"
Under the "creaks" that rain upon me, the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that I can only understand with my mind
Hello my dear, kill me gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
Let my wishes reach the ear that knows a newborn baby's voice and the sound of screams, to the pit bottom
Somehow, please make them sink so far into those wet eyes, as if to swallow them
Deep...So that they never touch me again
And those warped memories that laugh
Forget me..., you can't save it.
Is it wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes sway and waver because there is nothing but lies in spilled tears
My hand..., eyes..., mind..., and breath.
What is left behind in the end are the rotten memories that have been burned
And the carriage that can't even love a child.
bai nii~
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