Flower petals completely cover
my rusted field of vision
To whom does the slowly falling cold light and loneliness belong?
With whom are they to be shared?
I head to the white abyss stopped in time
Even if the palm I held out to that heart
is scratched by endless thorns
Only I know the warmth
that is born from chosen pain
I will wind it
The key that has been too tightly wound
is evenly carving out love, a lonely love
Embrace our withered promise
If I cannot step into that heart
share out the chosen pain to me
who is so pure I am cruel
I only want to know you
With the hands that connect the cracked memories
rewind
the world of thorns
Until I can make the trapped clock hand move forward
I still won’t close these eyes
We are toyed with by the form of aimless happiness
Even so, what is it that you wish for?