Kasane

In the water of the river, I’m caught in a trap
Everyone, gather there and take on the burden

With a fierce gaze, I spit out my thoughts
Shaking in the flow, I even remember the tremors

The name of our bond is like snow, slipping away
Even if it’s hard to erase

If the wish has passed, it’s a dream on the road
Don’t show it from the start
Before I weave in the promise
Just one word would be enough
I won’t take the silent gaze lightly

Like a bird with a broken wing, weak as you are
I held you tight, filled with compassion and a racing heart

I want to give more to you, I’ll surely heal you
I’ll always protect you, gently drawing near
Sometimes, just smile and show your teeth
If you just look at me

I’ll be better, and we’ll surely connect
Everyone will always cheer us on, dreaming together
I’ve become a bit prettier, I guess
Why do I still mimic the past?

The fierce winds blow
The remaining reactions are wild

You caught me with your charm
The allure of your presence is overwhelming
I’m furious at the demons
With a twisted gaze, I’ll tear it apart
Such cruelty shouldn’t exist

I’ll shed my own ego
And let the change settle in
Even the timid will escape the trap
That face, twisted, I’ll crush it
The colors of despair (the evil) overlap with tragedy

Pulling the threads of recurring nightmares
If you gather, it’s the shadow of a hat
Sinking in the cradle of waves
Without a child, I’ll cross the river of parents

It’s not easy to live
It’s natural to drift through this fleeting world
With the wild beasts of the mountains
Even if I don’t say it, I’ll pull you in

I won’t let go of the past
The reason is that I won’t fall
It’s not out of pity, but rather a fierce desire
The resentment I feel is that
The face of the one who’s cursed

The eyes of the monk pretending to know shine brightly
Shaking as they look this way
Even I, with my broken heart, feel relieved by the voice of the wild (yeah)
The bitter, twisted teachings
The state of the world and the way it is
I’ll make it all fit together
Spinning around, it’s interesting

The name of the merchant is the drum of politics
Pulling in the wooden tree

If the wish has passed, it’s a dream on the road
Don’t show it from the start
Before I weave in the promise
Just one word would be enough
I don’t need the gaze of silence

If you’re going to apologize, don’t create it from the start
Born from the cycle of life
Next to me, the wheat, it’s extremely bubbly and disappeared
Shall I layer it over the me from that day?