Exist Trace Proof Of The Blood
Already such as the things I believe in because nothing
remains
To not separate with this repeated betrayal That
language ...
I am simply left regrettably alone in the darkness
above the rubble, barefoot, covered with mud, shedding
blood I keep walking, still .... all the time
the believed relation breaks cruely and doesn't restore
the fragments infinitely tear this heart apart
scatteringly
nothing is felt in relation of blood.
It's meaningless and you don't ever again expect it
this unclean, ugly figure will still probably keep
advancing ungracefully
it's okay to laugh at this self that struggles if you
like
Even if it can't move inside of darkness and dispair
this consciousness continues to flow It will be led to
that place
Since blood is seen continuing to flow and feels easy,
the profound pain held as it is It is stronger than
anything
smashed with both these hands I will keep embracing the
constant vow
I go and blackly leave endless tracks of blood on this
street
the resulting demand of the dimly-seen darkness
dedicates everything and without fail, it surely
arrives
