venven

Lyrics: Iwasaki Daisuke
Composition: R・O・N

Dyed in the colors of the night, chewn to bits and pieces
It's impossible to maintain my original shape at this point
I can't begin to understand what's on your mind

Days full of empty promises and habits of casual insensitivity
If you can accept it with open arms, you'll be doomed to sneeze endlessly

Something dubious is crawling up my spine
Even if it's just a few words

I hope they can reach you

Who are you sketching those treacherous confessions of love for?
Held tightly in my hand, is something that will never return to me

Those confessions of love cannot reach you as they are now
Once I hesitate, It'll spiral out of my control
So I firmly grasp the brush in my hand
To paint a pitch-black canvas

Your response to me being an embodiment of artificiality is a cold attitude
It was a daily occurrence, but I still couldn't say anything about it

Only ever asking for the impossible (as you stood on your tiptoes)
Even though I want to spill everything I've bottled up in front of me

It bursts open

Are you sketching that bitter smile on purpose?
Even though I offered you all the days to which I can never return

An indecipherable blueprint for the future
I'm being swallowed by a maze known as you
Down to the very bottom

Who are you sketching those treacherous confessions of love for?
Held tightly in my hand, is something that will never return to me!

White blends into black, black blends into white; I don't understand anything anymore

You're an extraordinary gallant lady, capable of deluding God himself
A pitch-black canvas
You are an artist