“In my childhood, an era full of glass,
I saw how could I deepen my wounds...
I stabbed a piece into my heart
to see how much pain I could bear...”

Gyakujo Tannou Keloid Milk, Dir en grey Recommended by Iimori.

“The intention is clear
I stare, with this left hand, unable
To write the words
Every time I bleed, there lies the reason to live...
and I discover the words are vivid and bright

Even loved ones scatter like petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning that I lived into my palms, it
will only be known as flowers of vanity

The Final

One by one it multiplies ... why be a sad bait?

Deep within the hell of my heart ... I can't go back
A self-tortured loser, unable to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of life

So I can't live
What's lost can't be born again

A song that doesn't even seek the proof of living
Let's put an end ... The Final

Let's make the bud of attempted suicide a blossom”

The Final, Dir en grey Recommended by Iimori.