Every reincarnation
Every hypocritical dance
I put on a mask and danced
The smile on the mask is bright and brilliant
The tears under the mask dried up without leaving a trace
Gorgeous clothes spinning on the dance floor
I put on a mask and played music
The dancer is moved by the musical notes
The perfect mask covers the eyes
The moving voice is a memorial to the past
The bleeding inside is the sound of ridicule
The sound of generations of red dust echoes between the fingers falling on the strings
At the end of the song, the true love has become extinct
Too many excuses for me to wear a mask
There are too many reasons for me to get used to masks
The eyes are covered by red single-sided glass
I looked at it calmly and ruthlessly through the blood
smile when sad
Indifferent when anxious
cry when happy
Tolerant when angry
Wearing a mask and waving fingers
A puppet show is being performed on the stage
The face under the mask is crying
The audience laughed and clapped under the stage
At the end of the song, everyone bends down and turns around to leave
Blood and tears drip onto the floor silently
A group of people wearing masks gather together
But I forgot how to take off the mask
The mask that cannot be taken off remains on the face
I don't know if I really can't pull it off.
Or do we not want to tear it down at all?
Take off the mask and feel the sunshine
But every time I get cut
Every time the scar hurts
I got used to wearing a mask again
Waiting for no one before dawn
Take off the mask and lick it carefully
Then smile and blend in with the crowd
Masks have become sophisticated
Exquisite leather perfectly camouflages
The one who can hide it from the world
I can't hide it from myself and him
The soul keeps dancing
Walking on false steps
with changing tones
Tears follow the last song
melted the delicate skin
drifting behind me
P. S. Overhaul, formerly known as I met everyone in the dark (Bleach + Conan fan)