swandivemori

Lifeless
The swarm of regrets
Unable to fly
As if not knowing

From the bursting reactor
You, the upside-down one
Didn't know
How to not fly

The earth rotated
Returning to the building
The machine's praise
Sang of love

For example, if I
Were to play the piano
I'd say with tears in my eyes

Don't sing of love
No one should touch that
The expressions of the audience
Are distorted

The movie continues
Someone kills again
The reactor started moving

Scary things
Are overflowing
What kind of gears have turned?

The green-tinted window
Opened
Choosing between fish and birds
On the balcony

And then the film stopped
I saw
You, singing of love

Orange on the clock
The film fluttered up

Stained in mud
The tip of my little finger
Entwined in the gears
Spinning around
Rewinding

Layer upon layer
In that place
On the stage equipment
There is no meaning

Imaginations are violated
Longing for traces
Being made to suffer
In pain

Embraced by
Scary things
What kind of future did I hope for?

The reactor, the door opened
The swarm of regrets
Escaped
On the balcony

Don't sing of love
Don't touch anyone
You, dyed in the color of fluttering feathers

In the never-ending movie
You sang of love