Entangled and suffering via tools of drawn out torture, I’m wandering
Within a forest of turmoil and deep silence
You turned into a white butterfly and disappeared into the sky
And so I look up at the unreachable sky, a flower
While pretending to be comforted, I give the bees drawing near my nectar
The falling petals; I merely wait for when I will return to the earth
Don’t even let sadness seep inside,
into my true face sleeping at the end of my heart, Black in truth
I don’t want your kisses nor your love
Once I reach hatred, I will be healed
The petals that were once beautiful change their color
They endlessly melt into the dark that’s near black
And so comes a storm that seems to swallow the sky
I wait for you, whose wings have torn off, to fall down to me
It’s an illusion named hope,
And a gimmick where if I took it I’d understand
A respite given by God; if I blow it out, the sun would seem to fly
Heading through the deep darkness
It’s alright if there’s no light, Black in truth
I don’t need your comfort nor your warmth
Once I reach despair, I will be healed
Don’t even let sadness seep inside,
into my true face sleeping at the end of my heart, Black in truth
I don’t want your kisses nor your love
Once I reach hatred, I will be healed
Heading through the deep darkness
It’s alright if there’s no light, Black in truth
I don’t need your comfort nor your warmth
Once I reach despair, I will be healed
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