Dir En Grey

In the season, the month of April, the song written on sand vanishes.
At the bottom, it is a dark and endless tomorrow. to meet, to say goodbye under the blue sky.
The end of summer, I met the sea.
What is love if it just drifts away and it's gone?
What did I pray to the sun that I know I can't reach, and turn it to ashes?
I can't seem to end it,
so again I pick up the pieces of you that disappeared in the sand.
He sings the song written on the sand with his head down,