become the wind, the divine wind and into the darkness disappear

[kyoteugly]

As a matter of fact
As a matter of fact, you are not there
As a matter of fact, I exist upon a pile of dead body laid on victims
I dyed black to see you
The way of the feeling is different, as a matter of fact
As a matter of fact, My singing voice is certainly dying as I go through these flattered feasts

May all be pain or love
When I cried over the fact that
I was getting closer to them,
which i didn't want to become

Something dropped indide without a sound...

Love which I did not want to know

Because if I did not know love,
there will be no pain either

To you whom I have never seen
Why am i dying?

I guess there is no reason any where

This is an ordinary story but I am smiling again and again

Just a meat half rotten tied with attemted string

Cry for me Only you are enough

I am no Christ

As a matter of fact there is no Maria either

I want to be buried under a love only you have got

Because I want to keep on smiling just for you

If I could die in such graveyard buried under your love

I will happily die without fail

Let me forget my regret

Someone... let me

Myself
not for anybody but me

not for anybody else

nobody else's way

nobody else's dream