Appears on: Beautiful Alone CD Single, Weiβ Kreuz Glühen, Weiβ Kreuz Tanz Glühen, Weiβ Kreuz Best Album Die Bleibende Erinnerung, Dramatic Collection II: Endless Rain, Dramatic Collection III: Kaleidoscope Memory
Toge no aru kotoba dake Kono machi wa utsushiteru itsumo Meguriau hito ga nagareru Shinjitara kuzuresou Fuan dake dakishimeru hibi yo Moshimo koko ni anata ga itara hanasanai no ni Tokei no oto ni oitaterareru Wasureru koto de kyou no hi o Boku wa ikite iru yo Anata to boku to no sabishisa o Kasaneru you ni shite kuchidzukeru Futari ga itameta kizuato ga Utsukushii wakare o tsugeru darou Nayamashii yoru dake ga Ai no kage shitte iru kitto Michikakeru tsuki o samayou Eien ga owattara Munashisa ni tsutsumareru sotto Sora ni kieru tsubame no tsubasa boku ni attara Shizuka na ame ni yasashiku nureru Nanika o motome sono kawari Boku wa ai o nakusu Anata to boku to no kanashimi o Itawariau you ni dakishimeru Futari ga kizuita omoide ga Utsukushii kodoku o egaku darou Anata to boku to no sabishisa o Kasaneru you ni shite kuchidzukeru Futari ga itameta kizuato ga Utsukushii wakare o tsugeru darou
English
This city can only reflect thorny words. That's how it always is. The people I happen across just stream on past. If I believe in something, it crumbles away. All I can hold is anxiety these days. Even if you were here, it wouldn't set me free.
The sound of the clock is hurrying. Because of what's been forgotten, I can live-- for today...
Our loneliness just keeps piling up. It kisses you; it kisses me. The two of us have been hurt, and the scars that remain May be telling us that parting is beautiful.
Only the melancholy night Knows love's shadow; I'm sure of that. Lacking fullness, I wander under the moon. If eternity comes to an end, It will be softly wrapped in emptiness. If there were swallow's wings in me, they've disappeared into the sky.
I'm gently wet by the quiet rain. I'm asking for something, but in exchange I lose love...
Our grief is suited to our labors. It embraces you; it embraces me. The two of us have been wounded. Maybe the memories portray solitude as beautiful.
Our loneliness just keeps piling up. It kisses you; it kisses me. The two of us have been hurt, and the scars that remain May be telling us that parting is beautiful.