Already such as the things I believe in because nothing 
remains
To not separate with this repeated betrayal That 
language ...

I am simply left regrettably alone in the darkness 
above the rubble, barefoot, covered with mud, shedding 
blood I keep walking, still .... all the time

the believed relation breaks cruely and doesn't restore
the fragments infinitely tear this heart apart 
scatteringly

nothing is felt in relation of blood.
It's meaningless and you don't ever again expect it

this unclean, ugly figure will still probably keep 
it's okay to laugh at this self that struggles if you 
like

Even if it can't move inside of darkness and dispair 
this consciousness continues to flow It will be led to 
that place

Since blood is seen continuing to flow and feels easy, 
the profound pain held as it is It is stronger than 
anything

smashed with both these hands I will keep embracing the 
constant vow

I go and blackly leave endless tracks of blood on this 
street
the resulting demand of the dimly-seen darkness 
dedicates everything and without fail, it surely 
arrives