Communion with Nimrod...
"I touch my hands to my chest and wish,
That I, please, please, won't wake up.

What is this tender feeling?
It changes color every second,
Forever and ever hold me in those hands with love.


Tempting complaints
Heal the wound...

Eyes facing neverending lands -
What do they reflect?
Please, please, hold me in those hands."




stain yourself by drowning in that blood

@музыка: 1582

@темы: 1582, Kamenashi Kazuya, history, song