The locked-away fiction and
The discarded future
Reached out and touched "Today"

The throbbing that chills my veins
Quietly echoes
As if it's erasing my irritation.

Tracing along my hand, a single loneliness
While in a person's faded color.

Meaningless words
And an unknown fate
Stab a cold knife into Reasons.

While the clear white wings are closed,
My raised hand's bleeding blood spills.

Reflected in your wavering pure blue eyes
Is a painfully silent pulse.

Let's keep falling
Till the goal of this meaning.

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"Today" is crushed and stained
By the sobs assaulting my ears
And the decided future.

Those tens of thousands of piled-up worries,
Cut through in a straight line
Like you're screaming righteousness.

An intermittent red wets this hand
While taking on a person's warmth.

This pain that can't be wiped off
And the unknown regrets
Are starting to destroy the flimsy laws.

While opening the wounds that I touched straight-on,
Your hazy eyes smiled in emptiness.

What your pure blue eyes yearned for
Was a painfully silent pulse.

Guided along
To the result of this meaning
To a faintly swaying promise

These sullied hands
My hesitant heart

A pure prayer
In simple words

Swear that even if nobody saves you,

The meaning of that pure white clear promise
Will shine without relying on my raised hands.

What can fill my empty chest
Is a painfully simple thing.

While the clear white wings are closed,
My raised hands bleeding blood spills.

Reflected in your wavering pure blue eyes
Is a strong, definite pulse.

Let's keep falling
Till the goal of this meaning