With those thorns
Grant me this one wish
Now
By injuring this
Indulgent and light sleep
And with that seductive pain
That exceeds all expectations
Surely
You should have a clearer view of the morning
Don’t need no counterargument
You lost because of that wish you made
It’s the start of a long journey of slumber
In other words
At the end of your existence is
You who lost because you shuddered
It’s already been growing within you
And did you know?
Born from your dreams
Is a sharp desire
Even a dream-eating Baku would spit out
With those thorns
Grant me this one wish
Now
By injuring this indulgent and light sleep
And with that seductive pain
That exceeds all expectations
Surely
You should have a clearer view of the morning
No need for modesty
It’s for your own good – you made that wish
Too late to say
It’s arrogant
In other words
What lies beyond what can’t be seen is
You who shuddered and therefore lost
It’s a guileless tremble of excitement
So listen
What you have to say in your sleep
Is so powerful someone’s likely to get hurt
So open your eyes
By the time you awaken
Your wounds will have healed
Are you ready?
With those thorns
Grant me this one wish
Now
By injuring this indulgent and light sleep
And with that seductive pain
That exceeds all expectations
Surely
You should have a clearer view of the morning
That’s right, I know.
That pain of yours
The hardships you’ve experienced were most likely more than you could bear
But open your eyes
It’s almost morning
Victory is in the air
You’re ready
With those thorns
Grant me this one wish
Now
By injuring
This indulgent and light sleep
See
That seductive pain that penetrates the future
Will surely
Shine a brighter light on the mornings to come