Ubawareta no wa kono hitomi dake janai
Kiken na junsui sa boku se sae moteamashite ita
Jikan to kokoro dake ni natte itsushika matokomu MAZE
Kimi wo yobu koe wa itoshisa afureru hodo kanashiku hibiku yo

I'm prisoner in paradise
Boku no yami ni tsukisasatta kimi wa
I'm prisoner in paradise eien ni nukenai toge
Zankoku na hodo utsukushii ai ni tojikomerarete shimatta yo

Dakishimeru tabi mukizu de wa irarenai
Sono yubisaki wa marude koori no you ni ah tsumetakute
Hoo wo tsutau atatakai shizuku BOKU kara jiyuu wo ubau
Tengoku ya jigoku imasara ibasho nanka
Motometenai yo na

I'm prisoner in paradise
BOKU no uso wo makoto ni suru KIMI wa
I'm prisoner in paradise
Eien ni samenai yume
Muimi na kusari kinjirareta fukami ni
Dokomade ochite yukeba ii

I'm prisoner in paradise
BOKU no yami ni tsukisasatta KIMI wa
I'm prisoner in paradise
Eien ni nukenai toge
Zankoku na hodo utsukushii ai ni BOKU no inochi wo sasageru yo

"Shiranaide ite ne
Atashi igai no sekai mo
Ariamaru shiawase wo
Hontou wa
Setsunasugite nakinagara dakishimete
Atashi wo mou ataatarashii me wo ikiteru
Yukeba ii youni
Daremo inai kaermichi kotoba nimo naranai
Kimochi wo yogoshite yo
Warawanai me wo
Atashi no subete wo"

"Tell me that it doesn't exist
A world without me
and too much happiness
The truth is
I was embracing you while crying in pain
But now i see the world in a completely diferent way
I should move forward now.
The empty roads on my home way aren't even worth mentioning.
Stain my feelings,
my sad eyes,
defile everything of me."

It is said that in the last second before you die you get flashes of all your memories from your soon to end life.
For a second,just one second.That's how much it lasts for the ones we leave behind.
But for us..the ones who step away...that second has no measurement.It is like time just stops...
Some say that our soul freezes in that second...remaining stuck in that tiny particle of time from the infinite matter which makes time.
Time? Mater? Who even knows...
It is said that in our last second before death, we see all our memories flashing in front of our eyes.
I think that this is the purpose of life...to gather memories with which we can fill that unique,unrepetable second.
It's a pitty,maybe,we wont have the chance to ever tell what happened in that second.
Or...maybe...we'll have.In some other place,some other time...I think not.But our memories we can...and we should tell.

In a man's life there's an impetuos and heated age when he'll want to tell his memories...that he wishes to have...but he doesn't have yet... He just tells them,and feels them...like they were his own.
Later on,on a diferent age,less impetuos and less heated,his memories mix up and slowly melt. These memories are his own...realy his own...
Being at that age where the heat still glows,but it doesn't burn,that age where my breath is still impetuos but not anxious... Being at the crossroad of the age, I give you my memories...Reading them,will become yours too.
And if I ever lose one,who knows how,maybe one of you will have the kindness to borrow it for me...just for a second....
Just for a second,at a certain time...

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