Besedila: Girugamesh. Hollow [english].

The sound of the streaming rain mixing into nothingness here at these ruins
I remember the brittle void in which the girl is still seemingly waiting for someone
Whats the reason that I can't move my frostbitten fingers from there?
At my feet, theres a single small beautiful "flower"

That retreating figure
Was as if at any time it would become a husk
And crumble apart
Without being able to stop hiding the pity in my heart
I shut my eyes I can't feel anything
And the groan of regrets that you've told me well up inside
That person won't return...

A person who has left us without
Saying even "I'm home" to you

Being lost in the repeating hollow's sound of swirling rain
Lost in the scraps of doubts painted in the scarlet coloring
The frozen hollows wounds can't be healed
I've decidedly already stopped believing in to continuing usual days

The girl with tears spilling quietly called the person who left...
Somehow it was my name and she realized that I wasn't there
Me who couldn't accept the zero and closed my "eyes"
It seemed as if I would lose all my memories with you
I'm sorry... I'll return here