Would someone extract the thorn stuck into my fingertip?
I always cry out from a corner with a voice which will never reach anybody…
I got it, right from the beginning,
that my sense of feeling out of place was just my fault.
In the same way, this happy world
seemed dark to my eyes.
The voice of you who push my back,
I will not forget that.
Even though you are not here
I’m still hurt anyway
and the thorn is still stuck anyway.
“Go back to square one”
I didn’t choose any of my options
while I was betraying my heart, if only that could have been good.
By searching the answer in the darkness
In the same way, in this narrow world
everything seemed dark.
Look at it, it turns upside down, peels and falls.
Look carefully at it.
Carve that image in your eyes.
Now, in a corner my ideals will scatter.
Even if I will vanish,
it won’t change anyway,
the thorn will be stuck anyway.