Being born normally, growing up just as normal
The surroundings and my family are ordinary as what I learnt before
It has always been a vaguely shaped form since my life began
Before I noticed, the “surroundings” gradually disappeared
What left behind was a torn up dirty diary
It was filled up with wounds
An unjust life becomes someone’s salvation
“So it wasn’t wrong” will I be able to say that someday?
Ever since I was born, there was no such thing
That’s all I was able to pick up throughout my life
Sometimes the things I picked up are unbearable realities
Which pierces through sharply Even so, I regret letting them go
Monotonous days, suddenly losing sight
Continuing on like it always has been I’m fumbling, it’s just colorless
Life is only once, as words gather in my mouth
It’s unreal If I die here right now Will I ever get to open my eyes again?
Thinking about such foolish things, as the day falls
I accept everything even though no one is there
If I had a weakness, I wish so
From birth, even without such things
I decided myself the last place to go at the end
Even if things can’t be recovered, overflown and broken
I will be there Until my body no longer moves
This given life is the salvation of someone
“So it wasn’t wrong” laughing as that day comes
From birth, even without anything
Go beyond the dead, stand there and raise your hand
Even if the thing I hold will kill me someday
Even that will be fine Until my voice reaches the endpoint