The Hole

Under the clear sky, alone on a park bench
There are days when I think of someone
On days when the world seems calmer than usual
I must be looking at the state of my own heart

You should let it out, you should take a good look
Before you step out of the trivial expressions
I have to protect love, I have to protect you
Let me hear the voice of your fading heart

Don't hide that gaping hole
Show it to me
Your true self, your existence
As if gently enveloping them
I will become the wound

Before I knew it, hurt by comparing myself to others
In a future pointed out by someone
If I could fill the gaping hole in my body

You should run away, you should throw everything away
Before breaking with trivial expressions
I have to protect love, I have to protect you
Let me hear the voice of your fading heart

Don't hide that gaping hole
Show it to me
Like mocking the world with bandages
I will become the wound

Someone I love is a suicide enthusiast
We are as fragile and uncertain as that
I have to protect love, I have to protect you
Gathering the faint light that shines in a corner of the world

If all the hope and despair in this world rise up
And shower down on you
I will gently grasp
Your true self, your existence
I will become the wound