Dir En Grey

The spring breeze makes the uneasy sound as my dreams crumble
and my future brakes. I have no more...
I want to be with you more. I want to be near you.
I try to hide my weak tears behind a smile, but I can't hide anymore.
My years of dreaming, at the end, will my true self be there?
I tried so hard to bear with it. I even put out my hand. But what it all comes down to was now;
We're in hell under control of him.
So this is the end I tell you, Lights will be turned off and the stage will turn to darkness.