English: Thank you!
Bahasa Indonesia: Terima kasih!
Bahasa Melayu: Terima kasih!
Chinese: 謝謝! (Xie xie!)
Filipino: Salamat po!
Khmer: អរគុណ! (Arkoun!)
Lao: ຂອບໃຈ! (Khob chai!)
Myanmar: ကျေးဇူးတင်ပါတယ်! (Kyei zu tin ba de!)
Tamil: நன்றி! (Nanri!)
Thai: ขอขอบคุณ! (Khob khun krap!)
Vietnamese: Cảm ơn!
Pregnancy counts as a form of possession right?
This is so dumb but i literally do not care it is funny TO ME.
Artists note: Reigen is ftm
When a relationship is over, leave. Don’t continue watering a dead flower.
Dean Steed (via help-n-quotes)
The lyrics were compiled from the lyrics shown on screen during the concert.
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The hands that steadied me when I was struggling. The eyes that comforted me when I was crying. The dream we dreamed together when we closed our eyes. If I had held on to that hand just a bit tighter, if I hadn’t let go, would I be different from what I am now? If I’d met those eyes just a bit longer, if I hadn’t avoided them, would I still be flying now?*
My dreams came true earlier than I expected and the despair found me earlier, too. The happy moments might have stopped somewhere between the two. I pray every night, and even if I yell out, asking for an answer, in the end every day is the same as yesterday. The people who comfort me, and the ones behind them who mock me, nothing has changed at all.
I looked to the ground more than the sky, and at the footsteps I worked so hard to make being erased one by one. There I fill with loneliness, collapsed, and eight hands reach out to me.
When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands. There’s nothing else to do, we just have to overcome it all. I go over the dreams we had together from the very beginning, and I raise my head. The hate and betrayal filled my body, and when I was worried whether I could overcome the anxiety they held me tighter, I can feel the warmth of the hands patting my head. There’s still so many hands here to hold on to me.
When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands. Having forgotten how to fly, I lean on those beside me, because even with broken wings, together we can fly higher. We have to know to forgive and love. With my eyes closed, I heard that person’s unfamiliar voice, and I pray to that voice once again.
When I want to give up on everything and let it all go, and when I’m tired, I hold tightly on to eight hands. When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands.
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