Haku

The breath that sounds like a sigh reflects the sorrowful sky
"The ideal created" "the layered doodles" form a face

The wounds piled up are breaking everything apart
Whose lies are spilling out?
Words become sharp and pierce your lips
The claws that strike are the end of "forever."

Gather the blurred words, choose safety, and break again
A voice filled with resentment towards a world that won’t change

The heat of sorrow overlaps on dry lips
Whose lies are spilling out?
Tears become sharp and pierce your throat
The blade that can strike is the end of "forever."

The voice of that day, the more I seek it, the farther it gets
Who am I wandering to, trembling?
The pain of loss hides no scars
The wish that continues is caught in deep shadows
The lost self stumbles on its own feet
Only meaningless contradictions keep repeating

The wounds piled up are breaking everything apart
Whose lies are spilling out?
Words become sharp and pierce your lips
The claws that strike are...

The heat of sorrow overlaps on dry lips
Whose lies are spilling out?
Tears become sharp and pierce your throat
The blade that can strike is the end of "forever."