Brise [Break]
MALICE MIZER

I like disposition; The night pleasantly embraced me, and the sky will when the soft dance comes down
The wind's rustle, while squeezing through a finger's grasp is playing
As for you, an open hand will be sent
Dive into this sky; I blink and see my future

There's nothing from this white room's window; my small body stretched
In this sky, you approached me for a while and we are dancing

In this quiet night, because I'm giving consulation with this baby sitting song
I'm not going through that

The wind whispered:
"The smell of asphalt isn't in this night!" it said
In this spinning event, why are you [feeling] good?...aren't you diorientated?

As for you, and open hand will be sent; dive into this heart
For the calmness of the town, for the number of cities' light, and for your sake

There's nothing from this white room's window
At twighlight, for an instant, a chilly wind
For the sake of this day, I was always praying for a miricle

There's nothing from this white room's window
In this sky, you approached me for a while and together we are dancing

In the quiet night, your wonderful face shows