Our BGM is the sound of breathing...
Скажи мне, если боль — фальшивка, то что же должен делать я тогда?
Our BGM is the sound of breathing...
People say, there’s splendor in that bright light but my growing shadow swallows me and becomes a monster.
We must believe only in ourselves,
Can't let go of each other’s hands
We need to be together forever.
Whether this is a dream or reality, it's not important,
Just the fact that you’re by my side
Thanks.
If someone could turn time back
Maybe I could’ve become more honest?
With my bare face that only I know of
With my long-time friends inside that are ugly and miserable?
Would you have still put on that smile?