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Without a Trace Lyrics
I peel off my frail consciousness
Slowly so my footsteps making a sound
I become ash, scattering into little pieces.
It's only this, nothing more...
Without a trace
The feeling that I'm aware of my ignorance
is more cowardice than helplessness.
Crawling into the bottom of my mixed consciousness,
I ask my subconsciousness...
I cannot see the lotus right before my eyes.
Burying your breath in the still season,
You, who waited for help, got wet.
The withered song you cannot hear anymore
Has no exceptions; I'm crying.
The tears I shed for my loss
Will also flow when you are pulled down by sadness.
So that I don't have to watch someone else die without help,
I close my eyelids
My body that's entwined within the spiral
is slowly, slowly twisting.
In my throat, there are thousands of questions I want to ask;
For me, what can I save?
The lotus is dying right before my eyes.
Burying your breath in the still season,
You, who waited for help, got wet.
The withered song you cannot hear anymore
Has no exceptions; I'm crying.
Like a dense fog clearing up,
Like a proof of existence that won't disappear,
If this song reaches you,
You'll probably think it's hypocrisy
Burying your breath in the still season,
You, who waited for help, got wet.
Like my raised voice you can no longer hear,
I know my sins can't be restored.
Slowly so my footsteps making a sound
I become ash, scattering into little pieces.
It's only this, nothing more...
Without a trace
is more cowardice than helplessness.
Crawling into the bottom of my mixed consciousness,
I ask my subconsciousness...
I cannot see the lotus right before my eyes.
You, who waited for help, got wet.
The withered song you cannot hear anymore
Has no exceptions; I'm crying.
Will also flow when you are pulled down by sadness.
So that I don't have to watch someone else die without help,
I close my eyelids
is slowly, slowly twisting.
In my throat, there are thousands of questions I want to ask;
For me, what can I save?
The lotus is dying right before my eyes.
You, who waited for help, got wet.
The withered song you cannot hear anymore
Has no exceptions; I'm crying.
Like a proof of existence that won't disappear,
If this song reaches you,
You'll probably think it's hypocrisy
You, who waited for help, got wet.
Like my raised voice you can no longer hear,
I know my sins can't be restored.
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This song is actually about a fan of the GazettE who committed suicide and how Ruki felt that he could do nothing to save her...
This song is so beautiful...I listen to it all the time, and every single time, I'm close to tears :'(
I think its about a dude who had to watch all these people die, and there was this one beautiful 'lotus' who begged him to save her, but he couldn't, probably because he was duty-bound not to, even though he very much wished he could. He's trying to forget about this person. This person had probably been good to him in the past, and somehow she saved him from something. He's trying to talk to this person even though he knows his voice has little chance of reaching them, and if it does, they will think that he's a hypocrite for feeling bad after everything is over and there's no chance of saving them...
This meaning is very crude, based on first impressions...
This song is very beautiful and I love the emotion behind his voice and also how beautifully soft this song is ;_; the feelings in Ruki's voice makes me wanna cry
This song is very beautiful and I love the emotion behind his voice and also how beautifully soft this song is ;_; the feelings in Ruki's voice makes me wanna cry