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Lyrics ↓ To someone lamenting "this kind of world," Could I ever become a reason to live? These are the first and final words of love That I offer to you now. The city and the people began to warp; I realized they were monsters. The foolishness nesting in desire—everything is reflected in these eyes. Theatrically, everyone is made to dance in the palm of a hand. Without even knowing the meaning of their birth, Skeletal dreams have rusted away. "Give me love." Surely everyone prayed for that. "Give me love." Taking a softly trembling hand, "Give me love." Gouging out the heart, a love so beautiful it's ugly. To someone lamenting "this kind of world," Could I ever become a reason to live? From the day I realized it would eventually end, My heart has been counting the seconds until death. Hey, I don't mind if I drown in the rain like this And melt into the indigo, So please, please, just like that day, Hold out an umbrella and smile for me. If the dream never ended, could we have stayed the same? The warmth disappearing from untwined fingers— Whose memories are making this blood circulate? Abandoned tracks wet with rain. Sooty hospital wards, rows of transmission towers. A bus stop at dusk, a Ferris wheel that has stopped. Flowers blooming on a desk, even your voice— It's as if everything never existed from the start. I, who want to die, breathe again today. You, who want to live, lose sight of tomorrow. And yet, why is it so sad? Humans are creatures that must die eventually. There is no such thing as forever, And days don't always go as planned, But tied by a fragile, weak thread, The next dawn will visit us again. No matter what kind of world it is, if you are there, I felt like I wanted to keep living. In my hell, you are the heart that beats incessantly. Just as you once gave to me, If I, too, could become someone's heart.