Dice

In front of me, everything appears as monsters
In the unsteady time's depths
Being attacked by the ghosts of the past
As the chains crumble away
Pushed and swallowed, losing consciousness
The consciousness pipe is broken as it cuts across

Let's make your thoughts bloom like flowers
Before being entangled and withered
The bud will eventually become a flower
I will speak to you about ideals

Carrying dreams in those arms
Let's go to the sea of zero senses
If everything were to change completely
It would be good to sleep embracing a flower

If you extend your hand, it will be swatted away and disappear into ashes
The fleeting reward is a useless, futile libido
The meaning of existence is confirmed through struggling pain
Begging to be taught, screaming at the self in the mirror

Let's give water to the dried-up flower inside you
If that body were to perish
Will it bloom ahead or wither away?
Two in one, a single dice

Let's make your thoughts bloom like flowers
Before being entangled and withered
The bud will eventually become a flower
I will speak to you about yesterday

Once and for all, Dice away...
Up to you