Rendered in pieces by youthful imprudence
I once again change this body into a voice
At the end, the end, the scenery overflows and spills
A relationship born in a dawn-lit vermilion room
In the misguided present, we can't understand one another
In the end, the end, it was an abrupt collapse into demise, so they say
The finite and infinite things that have reached full bloom
I lost thеm along with my rough thoughts and reason to live
For that final, final encountеr, I've grown tired of waiting
And looking
Looking
Looking
Looking out for it
A relationship born in a dawn-lit vermilion room
In the pitiful present, we can't understand one another
For that final, final encounter, I'm waiting in vain
Rendered in pieces just by shifting my train of thought
My body once again takes hold of its own breath
For that final, final encounter, I'm searching all around
While crying, crying, crying, and crying
Nothing and no one to be found
This is the self-inflicted death of my ideals
Even if I were to hit the jackpot
It is nothing but futile and fruitless
The expectations that had opened up then closed away
Having lost them too, I softly wept
The ideals I had painted up, have been destroyed by the weapons of logic
Ever ever ever, all I have is nothing more than broken idealism
The answers that had opened up then closed away
At the loss of them, I softly chuckled
Ah
Nothing and no one to be found
This is the self-inflicted death of my ideals
The ideology she had painted up, have been destroyed by the weapons of logic