A little thought
forming the beginning
i'm not able to express
The burgeons of the evil
"let me see the end of your soul"
the false god whispered tenderly and sweetly
we couldn't trust each other
and now i'm wielding an empty power
it livens up the colour
of a dead view
i ask myself since when i always forgot
to think of anyone else
the mutual destroying in a small world
there's no hopeful tomorrow
so i surrendered myself to the destruction created by an evil god
a blooming flower which couldn't refuse the colour
due to it's clearness
the evil god and roses
we couldn't trusteach other
and now i'm wielding an empty power
this shaking worid
moan because of us
when i recognized it, i foget who i am
even know i don't know
the darkness that covers my broken person
is smiling silently
I ask myself since when i always forget
to think of anyone else
the broken heart will never be dressed
