the GazettE - RED

the GazettE - PLEDGE Lyrics

• Romaji

  Kizu tsuketa ato tashika
  Kizukenakatta koto
  Ayamachi no kazu kimi wo motome
  Mitsume aeta hazu sa
  
  Chīsana uso ga
  Hibi wo umeteita
  Utagai wo kawasu yōu ni
  Ushinau imi wo kokoro ga shiru
  Tachitsukusu nidome no fuyu
  
  Kimi wa mienai asu ni tomadoi
  Koe wo age, naiteita ne
  Kotoba wo sagasu koto mo dekizu ni
  Ochiru namida wo hirotta
  
  Sabishisa ni tsutsumarete
  Hibi wa tada wo nurashi
  Hikari wo motomeai kurikaeshita
  Mata fukaku omoeru
  
  Koe wo kanjite no wa uso janai
  Ah, tashika ni kimi no tonari de
  
  Aishiteru nandemo iranai
  Tada zutto, soba ni ite to
  Koe wo tarashi naiteita kimi ni
  Kowarete yukitai
  
  Saisho de saigo no kotoba wa kimi e sono ude wo (hanasanai yo)
  Kata wo narabete onaji yume ga futari wo saru
  
  Chīsana uso ga katachi wo kaete
  Shiroi yuki ni toketeyuku
  Ushinau imi wo wasurenu you ni
  Nando mo mune ni kizamu yo
  
  Sayonara wa koko ni oite arukidasou
  Mou nido to miushinau koto wa nai
  
  Futari ai wo tashikameau you ni
  Kanashimi wo mitekita kara
  Ashita futari kiete shimatte mo
  Mou nakanai utai yo
  
  Itsuka sugisaru kisetsu no you ni
  Kawariyuku futari ga ite
  Kanashimi ni tachidomaru yoru ga kite mo
  Wasurenaide, owaru koto wa nai
  Futari yume no naka...

• Kanji

  傷つけたあとでしか 気付けなかったこと
  過ちの数 君を想っては 見つめあったはずさ
  小さな嘘が 日々を埋めていた 疑いをかわすように
  失う意味を 心が知る 立ち尽くす２度目の冬
  
  君は見えない明日に戸惑い 声をあげ 泣いていたね
  言葉を探す事も出来ずに 落ちる涙を拾った
  
  寂しさに包まれて 日々は ただ身を濡らし
  光を求め合い 繰り返して また深く想える
  
  声を感じたのは 嘘じゃない
  ああ 確かに君のとなりで
  
  『愛してる なんでもいらない…』
  『ただ ずっとそばにいて、と…』
  声を枯らし泣いて言った君に 壊れていきたい
  
  最初から最後の言葉は 君へ
  その腕を （離さないよ）
  肩を並べて 同じ夢が ２人を繋ぐ
  
  小さな嘘が かたちを変えて 白い雪に溶けていく
  失う意味を 忘れぬように 何度も胸に刻むよ
  
  さよならは ここにおいて 歩き出そう
  もう２度と 見失うことはない
  
  ２人 愛を確かめあうように 悲しみを見てきたから
  明日 ２人消えてしまっても もう泣かなくて良いよ
  いつか過ぎ去る季節のように 変わりゆく２人がいた
  
  悲しみに立ち止まる夜がきても 忘れないで
  終わる事はない ２人夢の中

• Translation

  it only hurts after meeting painful facts inside,
  When we met I should have seen you are one step closer to guiltiness
  
  A simple lie filled up everyday
  Doubt exchange at least
  We lost meaning of heart we knew
  
  For second time this winter you are standing here without showing you are lost
  With raised voice I am searching for the words to hurt you
  Falling tears build up
  
  Embraced by a loneliness free of doubts I am happy
  Light should be known as week love yet we are still apart
  
  I don’t want to hear voice filled up with lies
  Aaa
  Which are certainly next to you..
  
  Even if i don’t need ‘’i love you’’
  I needed you here more
  
  I am sorry for the broken sadness melting into you
  First and the last words from you are in this song
  Leaving two of us in the same dream side by side
  
  The little lies have different shape of white that is going to dissolve intention
  In order to forget the meaning of memories
  
  Goodbye walks in
  Walking again suddenly
  
  For sure we didn’t lose sight of our mutual love
  because of sadness tomorrow both of us will be again
  disappointed by hope yet the song is good
  
  Someday past will go away as the seasons change
  We will disappear as the burning night comes to cut off sadness
  I wont forget
  I wont close the fact that we are both inside the dream

Junko Furuta & Taion Lyrics

On November 25, 1988, four boys, including Jō Kamisaku, then 17 (Kamisaku was a new family name he took after being released from prison), abducted and held Furuta, a third-year high school (12th grade) student from Misato, Saitama Prefecture, for 44 days. They kept her captive in the house owned by the parents of Kamisaku, located in the Ayase district of Adachi, Tokyo.

To forestall a manhunt, one of them forced Furuta into calling her own parents and telling them that she had run away from home, but was with "a friend" and was not in danger. He also browbeat her into posing as the girlfriend of one of the boys when his (Kamisaku's) parents were around, but when he was sure they would not call the police, he dropped the pretext. Furuta tried to escape several times, begging the parents to help her, but they did nothing, apparently out of fear that Yokoyama would hurt them. Yokoyama was at the time a low-level yakuza leader and had bragged that he could use his connections to kill anyone who interfered. 

According to their statements at their trial, the four of them raped her, beat her with metal rods and golf clubs, introduced foreign objects including a light bulb into her vagina, made her eat cockroaches and drink her own urine, inserted fireworks into her anus and set them off, forced Furuta to masturbate, cut her nipple with pliers, dropped dumbbells onto her stomach, and burned her with cigarettes and lighters. One of the burnings was punishment for attempting to call the police. At one point her injuries were so severe that according to one of the boys it took more than an hour for her to crawl downstairs to use the bathroom. They also related that "possibly a hundred different people" knew that Furuta had been imprisoned there, but it is not clear if this means they visited the house at different times while she was imprisoned there, or themselves either raped or abused her. When the boys refused to let her leave, she begged them on several occasions to "kill (her) and get it over with".

On January 4, 1989, using a loss at mah-jong as a pretext, the four beat her with an iron barbell, poured lighter fluid on her legs, arms, face and stomach, and set her on fire. She died later that day of shock. The four boys claimed that they were not aware of how badly injured she was, and that they believed she had been malingering.

On January 5, the killers hid her corpse in a 55-gallon drum filled with cement; the perpetrators disposed the drum in a tract of reclaimed land in Kōtō, Tokyo.

The boys were arrested and tried as adults; but, because of Japanese handling of crimes committed by juveniles, their identities were concealed by the court. However, a weekly magazine Shūkan Bunshun reported their real names, claiming that "human rights aren't needed for brutes." Furuta's real name and details about her personal life were reported exhaustively in the media. Kamisaku was judged as a sub leader, at least according to the official trial.

The four boys pled guilty to a reduced charge of "committing bodily injury that resulted in death", rather than murder. Boy A's parents sold their house for approximately 50 million yen and paid this as compensation to Furuta's family.

For his participation in the crime, Kamisaku served eight years in a juvenile prison before he was released, in August 1999. In July 2004, he was arrested for assaulting an acquaintance, whom he believed to be luring a girlfriend away from him, and allegedly bragged about his earlier infamy. Kamisaku was sentenced to seven years in prison for the beating.

Junko's parents were dismayed by the sentences received by their daughter's killers, and enjoined a civil suit against the parents of the boy in whose home the crimes were committed. When some of the convictions were overturned on the basis of problematic physical evidence (the semen and pubic hair recovered from the body did not match those of the boys who were arrested), the lawyer handling the civil suit decided there was no case to be made and refused to represent them further.

In July 1990 a lower court sentenced the leader to seventeen years in prison. The court sentenced one accomplice to a four to six year term, one accomplice to a three to four year term, and another accomplice to an indefinite five to ten year term. The leader and the first two of the three appealed their rulings. The higher court gave more severe sentences to the three appealing parties. The presiding judge, Ryūji Yanase, said that the court did so because of the nature of the crime, the effect on the victim's family, and the effects of the crime on society. The leader received a twenty year sentence, the second highest possible sentence after life imprisonment. Of the two appealing accomplices, the one that originally got four to six years received a five to nine year term. The other accomplice had his sentence upgraded to a five to seven year term.

In 2006, the Japanese Visual Kei/rock band the GazettE released a song on their album NIL called "Taion" (Body Temperature); the song is a tribute to the girl.

And here is the lyrics:

ROMAJI

A wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
Unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.

An understanding is impossible.

If it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum it is soiled.
And violence rapes me.

An understanding is impossible.
Why was I chosen? Someone should answer…

Douka hidoi yumedato kotaetehoshii
Doredake sakebi modae kurusimebaii
Douka hidoi yumedato oshietehoshii
Chigiresouna koede nanndomo sakennda

There is no hand of preparing of the disordered hair.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum a faint temperature is mixed in the midwinter.

An understanding is impossible.

Koewo koroshite karesouna jibunni iikikaseteita
Ikirukotowo miushinawanuyou
Koewo koroshite hurueta yoruwa itamini oboreteiku
Togiresouna ikiwo yurushite…

Douka hidoi yumedato kotaetehoshii
Doredake sakebi modae kurusimebaii
Douka hidoi yumedato oshietehoshii
Saigoni mouichidodake warattemitai

ENGLISH

A wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
Unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.

An understanding is impossible.

If it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum it is soiled.
And violence rapes me.

An understanding is impossible.
Why was I chosen? Someone should answer…

Please answer me it is a horrible dream.
How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream.
I shouted many times with losing voice

There is no hand of preparing of the disordered hair.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum a faint temperature is mixed in the midwinter.

An understanding is impossible.

I persuaded myself, who had a dying voice and began writhing.
Not to lose for living.
I was drowned in the night when I feared and had a dying voice.
Please forgive my dying breath.

Please answer me it is a horrible dream.
How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream.
I want to smile again at last.

Last words from me:

Please be careful whenever you're going home with or without your friends. Cause the world is starting to turn into a worst nightmare for all of us. And we have to appreciate the life that God has given to us and use it wisely.

R.I.P. Junko-san... I wish you a better life there...

the GazettE - Burial Applicant Lyrics

ROMAJI

Hello, my dear, kill me, gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
Sukuenai to nageku nara, shi sae mita darou?
Sono kokyuu no zaratsuki wa, gien totorenai ka?

Furushikiru kishimu ne ni
Furue ga yamanu
Nou de riakishi tsuzukeru
Itami ni zetsuen wo

Die for me, for me... you can't save it.
It's wrong? kotaete misete
Hora yura yura yura to
Sono me yurashite
Nagasu namida ni
Uso wa nai to

My hand... eyes... mind... and breath..
Saigo ni nokoru no wa
Yake tadarete kusari
Hateta kiroku to
Ko mo sukuenu sangai

Torimidasu hishatai no kage
Zouo to kyoufu wa sakebi atte
Hagare ochita aijou ni
Naze kono karada made kuchihateru

Hateru... 8 times
Akaku warau yami no naka de
I wo haku tsuku tabi ni koboreta
Sukui you no nai kotoba wa
Sono zouo to yoku niteiru

Furishikiru kishimu ne ni
Furue ga yamanu
Nou de rikaichi tsuzukeru
Itami ni zetsuen wo

Hello, my dear, kill me, gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
Ubugoe to himei shiru mimi ni
Negai wo todoke tukaki soko e
Douka douka sono umaru me ni
Utsurikomanu you ni shizumete

Fukaku... 4 times

Nidoto kono mi ni furenu you
Soshite warau sono
Ibitsuna omoide mo

Forget me, for me... , you can't save it.
It's wrong? kotaete misete
Hora yura yura yura to
Sono me yurashite
Nagasu namida ga
Subete uso to

My hand... eyes... mind... and breath..
Saigo no okizari wa
Yake tadarete kusari
Hateta kiroku to
Ko mo aisenu yurikago

ENGLISH

Hello, my dear, kill me, gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
If you wail that you cannot save me,
Have you at least seen death?
Can I take your ragged breathing, as a fake act?

Under the creaks that rain upon me
The trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that
I can only understand with my mind

Die for me, for me... you can't save it.
It's wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes
Sway and waver
Because
No lies in spilled tears

My hand... eyes... mind... and breath..
What is left in the end
Are the rotten memories
That have been burned
And the remains

The shadow of the subject
Hate and terror scream together,
Seeing the peeling love
Why must this body rot as well?

Die... 8 times

In the darkness that laughs in red,
The foolish words that were spilled.
Every time a breath was released
Is very alike to that "hate"

Under the creaks that rain upon me
The trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that
I can only understand with my mind

Hello, my dear, kill me, gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.
Let me wishes reach the ear that
Knows a newborn baby's voice and
Somehow, please make them sink
So far into those wet eyes,

Deep... 4 times

So that they never touch me again
And those warped memories
That laugh

Forget me... For me... you can't save it.
It's wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes
Sway and waver
Because there is nothing
But lies and spilled tears

My hand... eyes... mind... and breath..
What is left behind in the end
Are the rotten memories
That have been burned
That can't even love a child

A little leak on VORTEX

For you GazettE fans such as myself, here is a little leak on their new single, VORTEX's lyrics:
"I don't wanna become a fucking garbage like you".

I so love that part LOL

"GAZEROCK IS NOT DEAD!!"