Ah, the fine blue sky depresses me again today.
I feel like being overwhelmed by garbage.
I just fret myself and it irritates me again today.
Please go away, Please don't kill me anymore.
Ah, the puberty impulse is speeding up.
The world doesn't care about me anyway.
I am tired of pretending I'm a good boy.
It's over now. The less representing "me".
I remember it when I close my eyes.
The head on asphalt. The spreading red.
Manualed TVs will be slowly
filled with my name.
Love and kindness are foreplay of betrayal.
That's why I don't want to be loved by anyone.
I try to be invisible and unwanted stuff.
Then I may feel much calmer than now.
The depressingly fine afternoon
Red sirens and dull adults
I get legal restraints on both my wrists.
It spreads coldly.
When I listen carefully,
then I hear the young screaming of pain. The cutting ballade
Classmates behind mosaics tell the cameras
"Did he do it? It's unbelievable."
I have healed by hurting somebody,
Surrounded by hooting I head to a new stage.
Cherry blossoms can be slightly seen between monotone car's windows.
The spring has bloomed all over town.
To myself in 13 years later, am I smiling naturally?
I may find something and will be able to change by then,
I am still alive with facing up to the crime.
The depressingly fine blue sky cannot be seen from my prison.
The jail-term is 13 years and one year and four months from parole.