On the day when even light
Passed through without stopping
I am non-reflection
With a body whose contours exist but cannot be seen
I was at a loss—
Fragile like glass
With water that seemed ready to spill at any moment
I held it in—
Now, in the monochrome Gestalt
In the collapsing interval
The rebel’s kiss is a prism
Illuminating loneliness for the first time
Hey
Colors separate like this, right?
The pattern of revolution
I am a glass of water
At the end of transparency
Unable to feel anything
I bound myself
From now on,
What will I see in this world?
Eventually, surely, halation
Fragments of luminescence
I don’t care if I’m hurt
I can’t stop
The rainbow of the swaying glass
Like a flag
The seven emotions
Are now fluttering
Tracing the thin edge with your middle finger
You showed me the colors
It was as if I knew the meaning of life
In exchange for myths
As if I were one with the sky