Esoragoto

On a sleepless night, I heard a story that turned out to be fiction.

Seeking pleasure over knowing eternity,
I’m stuck in the present, feeling regret.
From the shadows that dwell deep in my heart,
If it’s just to escape, then so be it.

Still, if I can love myself,

The half-broken sun brings the morning light,
Nerves dulled by darkness start to spark.
The forgotten thoughts in my mind, just as they are,
Are a story where the script has vanished.

Freely, freely, I’ll take the helm and soar higher.

I can’t hear the voice of that girl crying,
On the other side of the answer I’ve settled on.
Emotions aren’t something you can measure,
They’re not just someone else’s worn-out tools.

Not for anyone else, I’m hiding my scars,
To laugh at this moment, I’m here right now.
With a slightly worn-out voice, I sing this fiction,
Everything that exists is right here.

With the half-broken sun, today’s story begins,
The continuation is in my hands.
Being loved isn’t the end, just being satisfied isn’t enough.

Freely, freely, I’ll take the helm and fly far away,
Freely, freely, I’ll take the helm and become a star in the distance.