I came back from hell, I came from the future.
The bones wake up from the ground, and the corpses are given life again,
Should I have fallen? I should be dark.
I am stored in memory and blooming on your ribs.
The messenger of the dead takes hold of the dazzling gem of the past,
Should I be silt? I should cover up this light.
All indulgence comes from guilt, and all tenderness comes from reluctance.
When you find the so-called truth, the past that I killed turns into an abyss.
When the truth goes to the abyss, you come to me,
Destiny has no solution.
When you find the so-called truth, the past that I killed turns into an abyss.
When the truth goes to the abyss, you come to me,
No one can escape the inextricable fate.
Intention: There is no solution to fate, but I think you have a better life than me.