The GazettE – Carry 0

The dearest fiance is me

It whispers in the sweet voice

You are having already died

I did not find a translation

Me reflected in a mirror

She who looks at it and cries

Please let me know someone

I am such a figure, why

Carry, can you love such me

Carry, may in the side all the time

Carry, do not already cry

Carry, I do not go anywhere



Who made me such a figure

It is already many

To die, if it was such a thing easier

It is too pitiable and too unhappy

I am not a ghost

It gives without seeing me by such eye

I have really become what

The head is likely to be crazy

Please help me, it will die

Doesn't it understand

You are already dead



It remembered at last

At that time I was dead

At that time it jumped down

From buildings and died

Carry, I love you forever

Carry, goodbye dearest you