The scattered me of that time
Is inside of a hand reaching out
The unknown taste I thought I knew
Is locked inside of a small box
Whenever I stuff my painful wounds into my mouth again
My jealousy, passion, coldness, light, rejection, and hope
All intertwine and I can do thing about it
I scream
My melting, sweet, black emotions are chocolatl
My ideals have already burned up completely!
The "coward" ringing in my ears won't stop
Find me, who is overflowing
It's not in the box that I was born with
But I believed in my own form
The regret I looked into had separated from me
And dissolved
My miserable weakness remained
The decoration of my own nature was spit out
I merely stand still in shock from the enormous horror
I scream
My melting, sweet, bitter impulses are chocolatl
My sense of reason has already burnt to a crisp!
This deceit is shiny and pretty -
I cannot accept it
I even hesitate to pick up
The scattered fragments of myself
Search for me in the torn scenery
Was that maddening voice looking for a place to belong?
I don't want to think about my overflowing heart
Red, more red and the feelings I don't understand melt together
The soot-colored sky in the ashes of my ideals
Is so dazzling I can see nothing else
Search for the true me