Eugene de Beauharnaisfeat. Hatsune Miku

"C-B-A-G-F-E-D-C," the sound and words don’t match.
But then again, neither do my heart and body.
Either way, I’m in pieces.
"C-B-A-G-F-E-D-C," just like a rose in pieces.

Hey, why, why, why, why,
No matter how much I cry, cry, cry, cry,
It only echoes in vain.
Hey, blossoming, blossoming, blossoming, the worst.
Love, love, love hurts me the most.
Who will fill the hole?

What if the poem that was transcribed,
If their red slush was their heart as it is,
From here, it looks like a rose.
What if you are also a rose in pieces?

Hey, why, why, why, why,
No matter how much I wail, wail, wail, wail,
If it doesn’t reach you.
Hey, the seeds I sowed, sowed, sowed, sowed.
None of them sprouted and they vanished.
The hole is so beautiful.

Hey, the blooming roses wither and then
No one shows any interest in the withered.
They just decay, hey.

Eugène de Beauharnais.