2023.07.16.
A keresés eredménye
Találatok száma: 5
2019.03.06.
ameagari no yuushi
Eventually coming to understand, leaves huddle togetherBathing in the blooming of life, embracing
Above my face I see, the sky and the revolving future
A chance meeting, soft song after the rain
From then onwards, I meet the dream of you
We parted ways
Even only this one joined wish, let’s get it fulfilled
You, who gave me hope to keep on living and
a smile in fear of losing, answer me
Above my face I see, the sky and the revolving future
A chance meeting, soft song after the rain
From then onwards, I meet the dream of you
We parted ways
Even only this one joined wish, let’s get is fulfilled
Was I to shed tears, rushing about,
Shadows overlay, two people playing
How many times did you smile at me?
2019.03.06.
scars like velvet
Pretending not to see the anguish
The vestige dies away
Who is it replaced by?
velvet
Who is it in actuality?
Hanged and fabricated
For everyone on Earth[1] the son of God
Let’s welcome the end
For whose sake exactly…
「You Freedom I want it to turn into hatred
Mama Papa thank you」
Gentleness to walk alone night after night wandering
Knocking on melancholy’s door one man show
If it is possible to see the dream
The side of the eyeball is peeling off
If distractions can’t be forgiven
To struggle Pulse and Dance
Still I Hate
For everyone, you
The hydrangea Who is drenched
2017.08.24.
Room 304
I am shedding tears while smiling, the knife is on my wristThe voice I believed, lies are laughing, the abnormal victim
I start to cry after I find the tube and see the red liquid in it
If only life didn't fall apart, the abnormal victim
My wounds become deeper and deeper as they paint the white room crimson
A group of people is tied, they are in isolation, they can't do anything
The 16-year-old night might not come tomorrow, either
The night is scary, the night is cold, the crowd is nearly going to drown in the night
16-year-old spring might not come tomorrow, either
The victim has no tongue
There is no light, (the victim) plunges, tomorrow is a 12-year-old
A kitten that looks like it's rare is given to me, and I look like a vegetarian
Father! Mother! My wounds become deeper and deeper as they paint the white room crimson
A group of people is tied, they are in isolation, they can't do anything
The 16-year-old night might not come tomorrow, either
The night is scary, the night is cold, the crowd is nearly going to drown in the night
16-year-old spring might not come tomorrow, either
I am quiet, I close my eyes as I try to remember (the shape/color of) my mom's and my dad's hair
It doesn't matter how many times I cry or laugh, I can't return
'Farewell, the cold night that made my eyes wither,' I say, as I cut my wrist
16-year-old spring might not come tomorrow, either