If I
Seemed to be a demon,
Then let's praise me
For a little bit.
Even if blood flows when you grip
Onto my cold, white, little fingers...
Your smiling face from the distant days
Is never found.
But if I'm at fault
Then someday...
Please, from your heart
Hate and kill the cruel me.
If the wounded words decay
And the redness that scours this world vanishes.
Please, please, please smile...
And kill the cruel me.
Don't grieve,
If you vow to kill me.
Then the shining blueness will fall upon the two of us.
Someone, please smile at me.
And learn of the unnoticeable truth.
I want you to grasp my fingers that tremble too much.
I wonder why you're sad like this....