Luyện nghe bài hát Final

The intention is clear, I stare, with this hand, unable
to be
Every time I bleed, lies the reason to live ... And I
discover being so vivid and bright

Even loved ones scatter like from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the that I lived in my hand, it
will only be as flowers of vanity

The

One by one it ... why be a sad bait?

Deep within the hell of my ... I can't go back
A self-torture loser, not able to see tomorrow
Suicide is the proof of

Even loved ones scatter petals from flowers in my hand
So even if I engraved the meaning I lived in my hand, it
will only be known as of vanity

So I live
What's can't be born again

A song that's not even seeking the of living
put an end ... The Final

Lets bloom flowers of suicide.