T/Taion

体温

A wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
Unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.

If it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum it is soiled.
And violence rapes me.

An understanding is impossible.
Why was I chosen ? Someone should answer. . .


How long does it writhe?
It's impossible...

どうか酷い夢だと答えて欲しい
どれだけ叫び　悶え　苦しめばいい
どうか酷い夢だと教えて欲しい
ちぎれそうな声で何度も叫んだ

There is no hand of preparing of the disordered hair.
A laughing voice sinks in the eardrum a faint temperature is mixed in the midwinter.

How long does it writhe?
It's impossible...

声を殺して枯れそうな自分に言い聞かせていた
生きる事を見失わぬよう
声を殺して震えた夜は痛みに溺れていく
途切れそうな息を許して. . .

どうか酷い夢だと答えて欲しい
どれだけ叫び　悶え　苦しめばいい
どうか酷い夢だと教えて欲しい
最後にもう一度だけ笑ってみたい.