In the season, the month of April, the song written on sand vanishes.
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At the bottom, it is a dark and endless tomorrow. to meet, to say goodbye under the blue sky.
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The end of summer, I met the sea.
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What is love if it just drifts away and it's gone?
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What did I pray to the sun that I know I can't reach, and turn it to ashes?
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I can't seem to end it,
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so again I pick up the pieces of you that disappeared in the sand.
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He sings the song written on the sand with his head down,
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keeping his voice down, and underneath it...
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The tears from the sky hit me. Everyone looks so happy.
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You are not here by me on my left side. The breeze is in blue from last year.
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I met you in early autumn.
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The weight of sadness more then the weight of the pain.
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Flowers blooms and flowers fall, but a flower is as it is a flower.
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But also wish to change by tomorrow.
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The spring when I looked for you the sand of the sea disappears.
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Sajou No Uta
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Dir En Grey |