Vanilla (MARS Ver.)
Gackt

Moralist with sincere you. I am traced with a beautiful finger.
Terrorist with pure me. A revolution occurs satisfactorily for you.
Specialist bound by love. Stood to in the long nail for me.
Egoist which wants to confirm love. I want to follow and attach to your back.
Your face keeps away...
ah...Before I stop being me...
May I love? At the night when my feeling shakes.
You are frank and are more deeply good.
The mad lip which got used to about So that it melts together.
I am your vanilla....
"...Airs is put on too much." Such Cool you are look like Plastic.
To a hot look, it is Ecologist. The kiss which burns is impatient.
Your face will be distorted gradually.
ah...May I am by me!
May I love? At the night when my feeling shakes.
More quickly unvarnished and is good for you. 
So that it is painful the lip which got wet in about 
and a thing called language--already... 
Not Burning love of yours and me.
ah...How many a morning is seen. ah...Is night finished?
ah...Was scattered all over sky. ah...It is surrounded by the white flower and dies.
May I love? At the night when my feeling shakes.
You are unvarnished and are good. [I've seen a tail ]
To the extent that it is mortifying devoted to you. 
A crew sees cring knees, I wanna need. Not betray!! 
May I love? At the night when my feeling shakes.
You are frank and are good. Ask for you more.
The mad with the Waist which got used to about So that it melts together. 
You ...are... my keeper.