Akai te
Sid
Bloody Hand
The May rain won't stop, lies
A long, futile emptiness leading to dependence
I hate you, I hate you
If I can never reach you
Lightly swaying like a skilled willow
No matter how many are piled up, it's useless
Madly heavy, madly red
Cutting up the pounding maiden
So easily, with an innocent face
Wandering acts towards you
What I found was on another's lap
Still, I want you
There aren't many ways for a wicked woman
If I can't have you, should I crush it even more?
Would it be easier to go ahead?
The rain will stop at dawn
Tying up the hair, as sad as it gets
The hidden sharp love to the chest
Madly heavy, madly red
Because I cut up the pounding maiden so easily
The May rain won't stop, lies
A long, futile emptiness leading to dependence
I hate you, I hate you
Because I can never reach you
With this hand, this bloody hand
I've touched your cold cheek many times
