Vividly reflected On the backside of glass Thorns cling to my feet
In the erratic rain, My feet are soaked. I can't walk straight.
What dripping down was my proof. Continuing to take root Underneath the concrete Red is bleeding For whom do I make it bloom? Certainly, I took and opened only one thing.
Something hot and continuous Something solid pierce my broken heart.
The stripped emotions overlap each other deeply and deeply again. They seemed like prayers no one knew.
Bullshit This doesn't have any value. In the center of my heart, A solid lump of black iron is placed. It seems it won't allow rust to form.
What dripping down was my proof. Continuing to take root Underneath the concrete Red is bleeding For whom do I make it bloom? Certainly, I took and opened only one thing.
On the night I made a pinky swear, I'm by the window alone, shaking my memories.
If I pick them up right away, each one remains shining... I sleep until morning, squeezing them.
If I could live stronger than words・・・
Something hot and continuous Something solid pierce my broken heart.
"If I could relieve the pain by weeping, It should be even easier, right?" The whereabouts of the thorns
The stripped emotions overlap each other deeply and deeply again. They seemed like prayers no one knew.
Is that enough? The blade sharpened sufficiently began to grasp the neck now.
Even if I were covered with blood, my pulse won't stop. Is it what they call sadness? Someday it'll be visible. Someday it'll be visible.
