Rakuen (garden of ruin) de Sid

Despite it being a cruelly sleepless night Rain falls Relentlessly From the crevices
I can't even find the clue to my Loneliness My concealed heart Heads again for square one

Be it the infinite counts of pain Or my reprinted past I'll bury them in earth　　And erase them
Will it make me feel better The morning sun Pierces These sleepless eyelids

All alone I claw at The excessively tall wall of my ego Gazing upon my wounds
Thinking of that place I can't return to Which has no form I sing Of things like hope

I'll stop pretending to be forging on Anymore than this With that smile 　　That mangles up its inverse side

Blaming it on my warped voice I drown In a momentary paradise
When I'm about to moisten I withered

From now onwards If that's what's desired of me I can survey all of that　　Even the ends of my torment
If it'll reach what I love most Without averting these eyes Even if I'm broken I'll sing

All alone I claw at The excessively tall wall of my ego Gazing upon my wounds
Thinking of that place I can't return to Which has no form I sing Of things like hope

From now onwards If that's what's desired of me I can survey all of that　　Even the ends of my torment
If it'll reach what I love most Without averting these eyes Even if I'm broken I'll sing

I will sing