Rakuen (en inglés)

Rakuen
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