As misshapen eggs, we were dropped into this world.
If there’s no way to change shape before we die,
We wish to just disappear… we wish to run away…
We wish to be reduced to ash…
A misshapen fate fell from above.
If things are going to be this painful,
We wish to just disappear… we wish to throw it all away…
We wish to be swallowed by the darkness…
It’s hurting you again tonight, so until that blade becomes your wings,
I’ll wait together with you. I want to nurture it together with you.
There’s nothing wrong with the shape you were born with. Your eyes are beautiful.
Everything you’ve seen in your life has value.
Your eyes are beautiful. Your name is beautiful.
The rain falls endlessly
Upon a trembling, exhausted morning.
Let us proceed on through. Then, shall we kiss?
“It’s okay, I’m not afraid anymore,” we say.
It’s possessing you again tonight, so if you can’t escape that voice,
Then let it be a reason to go on living. A pretext for passing through this night, despite the pain.
There’s nothing wrong with the shape you were born with. Your eyes are beautiful.
Everything you’ve seen in your life has value.
Your eyes are beautiful. Your name is beautiful.
It’s hurting you again tonight, so until that blade becomes your wings,
I’ll pray next to you the whole time. I’ll sing a beautiful song for you.
Let us go to see new scenery that only your eyes can find.
There’s nothing wrong with the shape you were born with. Your eyes are beautiful.
Everything you’ve seen in your life has value.
Your eyes are beautiful. Your pain is beautiful.
Your name is beautiful.