Consider a life.
Grasp the memories given birth and rubbed out.
And seize a broken heart which
Wishes for the last day and endures.
Receive the erased memories
And broken heart on the palm of my hand.
Hateful beginning of history goes on without looking back.
Unrepairable reality. Twisted past.
A light glared from victim's fingertips.
Fulfilled sense of values are
Given birth repeatedly
Between strangling realities
And victims who open their sparkled eyes.
Going forward without look back and bend.
Piece the reason on a hand and show it.
False light we create and throw out.
Inside the accepting light my hand has ben cut off.
It drifts into history not even aware of graspingness.
The place I search as I drift.
I sit in. Never to make it to the place.
And find the chilly gentleness of the ground.
Warm gentleness squashes
And buries a mind suffers a setback.
A mind that gives off a light excludes
The ones who can't walk straight.
The weak ones arms are fallen from light.
Both arms keep moving forever
With their fingers bended over.
