Maitreya's Prayer
In the room enclosed
By metal walls
I sleep as if dead
Until morning
People are dolls tired from dancing
Sheep on the altar
The mechanical dreams
Where are they headed?
Announcing predictions
Of the end of the world
At the doors of neighbors,
Soldiers are pounding
I want to teach you
The words of flowers, trees, little birds, and such
Why do people hurt each other?
Tossing pebbles into happiness
The golden love of a Tatara woman
Melts and flows, and changes into a blade.
The beauty of the sharpened blade
Your profile looks very much like that sword point.
Lurking in the sadness and anger
The only ones who know your true heart are the forest spirits
Scattering golden petals
If you look back, there's a dazzling prairie
If light shines from the crevice of clouds
Your whole body floats in midair
The flowing tears are completely withered
The loneliness that thirsts for blood
Death dances, bringing the scent
Of the soft hair of angels
Even in the closing memories, there are always
Whispers that cannot be forgotten
Even on the shattered mirror shards,
A new scenery is reflected
Instead of stating the number of sadness
Sing softly with the same lips
It's calling out from deep within the heart
Let's draw out dreams always, numerous times
Living, mysterious, dying, mysterious
The flower, the wind, the city; they're the same
Frequently, I had seen the stupid things
Frequently, I was standing in someone's shadow
Now, I'm a main character.
Let me be selfish.
Do you like to be praised by
Answering everyone's expectations?
Will your smile always be beautiful
Even if you hide your true self?
More than the number of times I suffered,
More than the number of times I doubt,
I want the number of times I laugh and trust others,
And I pray that it'll happen in my life.
Turning sadness into kindness
Your uniqueness into strength
It's okay to get lost
So begin walking
By metal walls
I sleep as if dead
Until morning
People are dolls tired from dancing
Sheep on the altar
The mechanical dreams
Where are they headed?
Announcing predictions
Of the end of the world
At the doors of neighbors,
Soldiers are pounding
I want to teach you
The words of flowers, trees, little birds, and such
Why do people hurt each other?
Tossing pebbles into happiness
The golden love of a Tatara woman
Melts and flows, and changes into a blade.
The beauty of the sharpened blade
Your profile looks very much like that sword point.
Lurking in the sadness and anger
The only ones who know your true heart are the forest spirits
Scattering golden petals
If you look back, there's a dazzling prairie
If light shines from the crevice of clouds
Your whole body floats in midair
The flowing tears are completely withered
The loneliness that thirsts for blood
Death dances, bringing the scent
Of the soft hair of angels
Even in the closing memories, there are always
Whispers that cannot be forgotten
Even on the shattered mirror shards,
A new scenery is reflected
Instead of stating the number of sadness
Sing softly with the same lips
It's calling out from deep within the heart
Let's draw out dreams always, numerous times
Living, mysterious, dying, mysterious
The flower, the wind, the city; they're the same
Frequently, I had seen the stupid things
Frequently, I was standing in someone's shadow
Now, I'm a main character.
Let me be selfish.
Do you like to be praised by
Answering everyone's expectations?
Will your smile always be beautiful
Even if you hide your true self?
More than the number of times I suffered,
More than the number of times I doubt,
I want the number of times I laugh and trust others,
And I pray that it'll happen in my life.
Turning sadness into kindness
Your uniqueness into strength
It's okay to get lost
So begin walking