Snow Drop

I got so desperate I could reach out from my throat
Not me, but someone else
What else is there besides dreams and hope?
Where has that version of me gone now?

Tangled in long things, I lost my way
In the space between life and death, snowdrops bloom wildly
If I shattered by some mistake
At least lay a bouquet on my empty shell

Is this all there is? Is this all there is?
I don’t care if it seems like giving up
There’s no value in something anyone can make
That’s not me, that’s not me

Tracing the wounds that came later, I’m awakened
To something deep inside me
If I had something like that, in the special zone’s tower
I’d blend into this world like a chameleon

Am I living like I’m dead? Or dead like I’m living?
The snowdrop in the space between life and death is so beautiful
If I became skilled by some mistake
Someone, just shoot through my rice ball

Isn’t it enough? Isn’t it enough?
I have no interest in events through glass
Right or wrong, I
Can’t escape from myself

Just stop it, just stop it, even comfort
If I could forgive, I’d feel better
It’s not wrong, it’s not right, the answer
I can’t forgive because I don’t know
If I’m going to give up, I’d rather not start at all
Dye me pure white once more among the snowdrops

You and I.