These distorted memories
And the blanks slightly unfulfilled
Is your personality.
At first glance,
Black and white knitted together
Wherever you go, the identity was unknown
Compensation, cooperation, committing crimes
Gossip from somewhere some time ago
Saddening, someone dear, a laughingstock
No matter where to run and hide
It’s shrouded in the darkness of the night
“Mr. Demon, come here towards the sounds of clapping.”
To this world forever full of holes
Counting my sins before dawn
It’s the worst fake show out there
Infected from the nonstop rain
The accusations will never wash away
Can you stay with me?
Nonqualifier
The faltering voice
As if communicating through our hearts
I was seeing a dream, of someone else’s personality
This world’s order, mistakes unable to be amended,
Even if you realize these, there is no meaning to it
Then what are we anticipating for?
The more deceiving it is, the more injuries I receive, the closer I get to the ending
A constantly accelerating process
If it’s such a devastating love that I cough
With humorous fiction,
To read that day incorrectly
Towards the pair of eyes that still cannot see,
I evoked feelings of disappointment
Nonqualifier
Human disqualification, a post-mortem trial
Even though it’s this dark today
Suspecting, suspecting,
Even that one small step towards you
Seems to be out of my ability
“Mr. Demon, come here towards the sounds of clapping.”
To this world forever full of holes
Counting my sins before dawn
It’s the worst fake show out there
The voices that have already faded,
Cannot be conveyed to that quickly leaving figure
Can you stay with me?
Nonqualifier