With a cut and a paste, I am born,
accompanied by a beautiful flower.
Surely, someday, I’ll take my bygone hopes,
lock them in my heart and then finally let them go.
And before I knew it,
I lost sight of even those dreams,
beaten down and mocked with contempt.
Without shedding a single tear, I
broke down and froze in place.
The hollow echoing of shattered sounds
surround my battered body in a tepid embrace.
This thing I feel in the depths of my chest,
I gave it the name “pain”.
The crimson tears coursing down my cheeks
evince the true colours of my artificial heart.
Blinded by the radiant moonlight,
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.
With a cut and a paste, I’m repaired,
and wandering aimlessly in perpetuum I go.
Surely, someday, I’ll die for real, right?
An iron rod props up my broken leg.
Before I knew it,
I lost sight in one of my eyes.
It filled up with red, so gently I bandaged it.
And before I knew it, the sister I found
sang out a warped aria of cacophony.
The harrowing bruit of your song resounds.
Even though my tears won’t fall,
I took the one memory you passed on to me
and held it close to my heart.
I won’t forget, not even this pain,
even if they tell me it’s not real.
Someday, the end will come for us,
as we lovingly caress our memories…
As I feel the air and wind against my skin,
my thoughts race to the starry sky above.
Even if they call me “fake”,
I’m here…
I won’t forget, not even those tears,
even if this body is destroyed.
Holding tightly the memory you once gave me,
walking forward with it,
walking forward with it,
and suffering by it…
Don’t forget, not even this pain.
I won’t forget, not even those tears.
Don’t forget, not even this pain.
I won’t forget, not even those tears.
Don’t forget that I’m here…