There's no rose without a thron

The Pain is instilled in the end. and now is sprouting up, from the red ground.

Days gone by its fed by grief only, and it takes root, deeper and deeper.
My body melts into this earth, and someday it will blossom high in the sky.

It swallow all the forgotten pasts, and it soon blooms its flower.
Unsightly beautiful flower, trembling fleetingly.
The grief that takes root in the damp floor, The collapsing shadow is covered gently.

Melt in as much as it can until it turns to ashes.
That flower got thorns so that no one could touch it.
Grab your gun time to go to hell. One million pieces and let it bury me.

By the time I finish weathering away the whole floor of the room, you will become part of me time has come to the end and blooms like a rose.
The memories turns into a petal, and the more sadness sinks deep, the more color deepens.
What a pity story. But still, please bloom beautifully.

あの日　焼け落ちた感情を　心のどこか深く　この乾いた音が聞こえるまで
ずっと仕舞いこんでいた　記憶のどこか奥へ　この今日という日をキミは恐れて

Please let me know his final word. somebody tell me how I got here.
I feel everything is going wrong. and let it bury me. Like a dead bury me.

Someone got thorns so that they would not get touched by you. My last self-indulgence.
Someone put thorns around your body so that they would not be noticed by you.

The day too the grief drips out. Beautifully.

あの日　焼け落ちた感情を　心のどこか深く　この乾いた音が聞こえるまで
誰のために微笑み　誰のために泣いているの　あなたは