Black and white, here on someone else's board is a story of dreams.
I'm sure they will be fluttering their wings in the sky and laughing.
Mirror, mirror, the best mirror in the world
a fictional mirror, stained with traces of blood
It's a tragedy!
A voice that takes the place of a voice, a sickly, cute, ambiguous me made of Q.
You don't know murder?
You're a falsehood, a delusion, a love game.
Then won't it fester forever?
In a dream dress of a dream turned inside out, you pretend to be sad, but there's no certain white there.
There's not a word for it, because there's no certain white.
The truth is still trapped in a bird cage.
No one will reveal the truth that remains trapped in a birdcage Is it past?
Lying raven with blue wings, you whom no one knows
Where has the ordinary life gone?
what a Rivero, Othello turning, you don't even know how to win yet
No matter how much I cry over the contrived scenarios
comedy is unforgivable
who's fault was it that this was so inconvenient, so they all shut up and keep their mouths shut!
I'm suffocating in the servility of this world of trifles.
Shut up, slaves of deceit, we'll all dance on the decapitation
Without being able to pull back the curtain
Still, we've been seeking each other without trusting each other
Regret is always just around the corner
I don't know who I am
I don't know who I am, I just follow the beckoning sound of the bell with you, swearing my love
Let it be a tragedy
I've had enough of running away
To a world that doesn't know me, doesn't know you