i really like this song, it's catchy and yes, nice !!
as expected from TheGazette !:p
it's called Toguro. and you can hear it from youtube, it really a nice songs, indeed.
so, here is the translation but
noted that this translation isnt mine..
i just copy and paste it here..
~English Translation~Round and round, beneath a spinning cloudRound and round, I dance a spiralKarakatakatakara katakatakatariKarakatakatakara katakatakatariThe spiraling sound echoes tonight as wellRound and round, it surrounds meRound and round, what do you want to play?Karakatakatakara katakatakatariKarakatakatakara katakatakatariThe spiraling sound is distorted and swayed, lalaEntangling my hands, I paint a pictureOut of the "distorted spots", which one is "you"?Seseraserasera, why do you laugh at me?The songs being counted will not stop cryingI'm the one being made to danceAlways being brought out of control - it hurtsLike my breath getting stuck, it's hard to breatheThere's nothing left of the repeating "ayatori"It pours out from the lips that lay on top of each other,Recognizing the breaths that don't matchThe night of death's prank, a person whose name isn't even knownThe exposed wound, dripping sad affectionRound and round, it surrounds meRound and round, what do you want to play?Karakatakatakara katakatakatariKarakatakatakara katakatakatariThe spiraling sound is distorted and swayed, lalaEntangling my hands, I paint a pictureOut of the "distorted spots", which one is "you"?Sesera serasera, why do you laugh at me?The songs being counted will not stop cryingOut of the "distorted spots", which one is "you"?Out of the "distorted spots", which one is "you"?Out of the "distorted spots", which one is "you"?Out of the "distorted spots", which one is "you"?To lose something again for the sake of something you haveIs fearful, unbearableI'm the one being made to danceAlways being brought out of control - it hurtsLike my breath getting stuck, it's hard to breatheThere's nothing left of the repeating "ayatori"It pours out from the lips that lay on top of each other,Recognizing the breaths that don't matchThe night of death's prank, a person whose name isn't even knownThe exposed wound, dripping sad affectionIt hurts....yes, it's not "you"It hurts....it's not "you" yet
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