Guitarist of extremely popular Visual Kei band Dir en Grey. Has a thing with having red hair.
Moi: God, will Die ever dye (haha) his hair any other colours?!
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Die ( aka Dai | full name: ๅฎๆป ๅคงๅฉ, Andou Daisuke) was born December 20, 1974, in Mie. He is a Japanese musician and one of the guitarists for Dir en Grey. He has been with the band since its inception in 1997 and was previously a member of La:Sadie's. Die is the second most credited composer within Dir en grey (after fellow guitarist Kaoru) and his songs tend to be more upbeat, such as "304 Goushitsu, Hakushi no Sakura", "Wake" and "Mr.Newsman". His blood type is B, and was well known for his signature red hair and guitar skills that matched to Kaoru's.ใHis occupations range from being a guitarist to composing and producing.
Fan 1: Have you gotten Dir En Grey's new album yet?
Fan 2: Yes! I love Die, he's so talented.
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The ending of your life.
Today I play Among Us but if I die, the video ends. The rules are simple. If I get killed or get ejected, the video ends there. And now letโs start this video.
When you know you are gonna stress about something.
โOh man i think im gonna die, school begins tomorrow and Iโm so not ready!โ
The thing my friend says in second hour. Related to the muffin song.
Friend 1: I have to make a few muffin for class
Friend 2: Listen to the muffin song
Friend 1: die die die muffins! You keep me from taking a poop!
TO come to orgasm. The victorians related death with orgasms and called them "miniture deaths"
I felt like I was gonna die.
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To shamble into the gray frontier at the end of life. Many people grow old and long to take that gentle exodus. They have become their own curator and no longer want the obligation of life.
If you don't feel this way, you can take prophylactic steps by consulting your nearest shaman. The most reliable of these live in baobab trees.
Note: I grow old, I grow old. I will wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
I want to die on a balcony overlooking a beach. I will be pushed out in a wheelchair, my head slowly bobbing to a halt. My hair will be cutting the wind, falling like a Chinese kite without air.
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