Chaos and panic. Pale, repetitive.
We have to find a way out in days like this:
Flying, in the pleasure of depravity,
To numb the mind and indulge the emotions is not the purpose of life.
Oh, I don't allow it.
Until now, stories have been just a form;
A form of self-exile.
And life——
occupying its entire content,
It's real flesh and blood:
Touch it, scratch it, and it's it that flows out.
Are there times when you lose your balance?
Tilted world,
You open your hands
Looking for a fulcrum——
Serious and absurd self-encouragement and self-deception.
There came the seductive song of the sirens,
Siren, when you charm others, you charm yourself first——
You are not empty of your emptiness,
You are not alone with your loneliness.
How many people just haven't noticed yet?
How many people just noticed it and had no intention of admitting it?
How many people just admitted that they couldn't bear to be torn apart?
How many people were torn apart——
Just like you, vomiting and bleeding.
Dear,
Remember, above loneliness,
You are not alone.