[Prince of Tennis + Dong Bang] Without a Trace

Without: You once used this word to shut me out of your life. A: The only one, the first one. But I wasn't lucky enough to be A in your life. Trace: This is how you deceive yourself... Without A Trace... The unconscious haze, like a flower, The proof that I lived, like a comfort. If this song could reach you, You would think it was hypocrisy. Burying my breath in the season that stands still, You wait for salvation, consumed by regret. The voice I raised so it could no longer be heard Is an irreversible sin, I know. From "Without A Trace" by the GazettE