Be in the grip of Death.
Jesus!
Mercy killing.
Last moment.
I repeated the same awakening, where the white light flows in
Will the tomorrow come where the red light prophesizes the end . . . ?
Why were we given life? What were we born to accomplish?
Consecrate your prayers unto God, even though no wish will reach Him
Black wings spread, I lost myself in darkness and screamed, Don't touch me!
Without conveying even the pain of our farewell
It would be hypocritical, wouldn't it, to tell you to forget me
When you gave me the memories I don't want to lose
What should I wish for . . . ?
Where I next awaken may be somewhere where you are not
So until the day I return home to the sky, let me hear your voice
You raised your hoarse voice and called, "Don't leave me!"
How much longer will it be until I can touch you?
Will today hold my last moment? I still want to live within you!
Even those feelings of mine will fade to nothing . . .