Blooming in the Mud
Unable to filter the pieces of our broken hearts,
Our tears gently dried up
Unable to shed another drop
"That's funny isn't it?" we laugh...
A difficult life,
Maze-like brambles that obstruct you
The darkness of this corrupt world block your path
So, right now,
We're probably on the verge of drowning
Saved by breathing correctly
Now, we simply live for the sake of dying someday
When we realise why we dislike rain
Deep down, we remember
That large soap bubbles
Must be really soft and fluffy
While looking at every colors on the ground
We make sure to walk where there are no puddles
Surely, you too, would resort to self-defence
If you could avoid difficult path
Right now, I am human;
Today, tomorrow too, and the day after that
It's enough to admit it,
Everyone takes in different breaths
But you too are human,
You just hate being one that's all
But you can't hate it, because you're a kind person,
You're that someone who would pray for just about anyone
It takes, for a single blossom to scatter,
Water, earth, sunlight and its own seed
Whatever lies right in front of me,
Its meaning, past and future
If a single one of those were missing, nothing would be born:
Not me, not you, and neither that person
"It's nothing" - I say
As I burden you with my past
Destiny getting in your way
Is a misunderstanding, you reap what you sow
But because this situation is unpleasant,
You want to run away, right? You want to live, right?
If there's a moment
Where you feel like throwing yourself,
Cleave through the darkness of this world,
And let us search for the reason you were born
The beginning at the end,
Once it beings, it will be your final life,
At the end of an endless journey,
There must be a "time" where it's now or never
"It's impossible to drown in the rain",
Even so, it feels like it's hard to breathe
"We live for the sake of dying someday",
If that is so, if that is so
We'll never break again,
Never, never, never
Let the unbroken bells of our hearts resound
Everything will be covered by dark clouds and smeared with mud
Let us draw a line
Inside the maze that obstructs the path of the world now
This line will be the overlapping map;
The flower that blooms for the sake of illuminating you
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