It's not up to anyone to decide if you want to live or not."
It was the people who noticed those words, not anyone else. I was the one who wanted to notice it the most. I was the one who wandered in the sea,
And yet, they say, "I saw you.
No matter how many years pass, no matter how long we live, we are still strangers. You have no idea what the law of reaching out can lead to. You are bad. You are righteous. What a good body of words, but it's always me who makes the mistak
I've grown accustomed to wishing I'd lived faster then. O song of the rain, when it falls, will it wash away all? ah ah ah
Without turning back, without hesitation. Depressed, unable to go back to the front. Punishment for not living toget
It was a lie that could not be believed from the start. Had I given up on my life by inscribing the wrong name? Maybe it did. Maybe a part of me did. Maybe I had given up. The hand I so desperately sought was no one's hand. A futile attempt
Twilight The echoes of the ethereal become silent.
I am drowning.
I am lost in a world of dancing moonlight bugs.
I, who seem to be sinking.
In the nebulous night, my heartbeat melts into the ethereal night.
The lights of poetic sentiment a