The sunlight is fresh.
The breeze is fragrant.
The forest sings.
My steps are light.
But where are you headed?
I can’t say anything.
However, the
The center of the world was me.
Waving my hand to awaken myself
Piled up as white as dust
The pain of unfinished memories
They’re stepping on it with a sleek pace.
Momentarily, I stopped on my path
I’m still rambling nonsense.
Somehow, that single word of being alone
In the bittersweet sorrow of life,
A Song of Deep Love and Hate
It seems they won’t let me go.
That’s right! Why me? Always
It wasn’t me, but the world itself.
Luxurious in the shell
After erasing those mischievous thoughts,
Now, I am no longer in a world that is just an empty promise,
Truly, I want to be.
At last, I feel that I am living
No more hesitation
Abandon a world stained by pretense
Only the path is for me.
The sunlight is delightful.
The wind is gentle.