Everyday irritation that piles up in our far-sighted, blurry vision Is making us feel our repeating faults

 

Even if we seek warmth by our arms that only seem to shake, We can't run from the real. The never-ending fight twists and bends the truth, And our spirits even are going to break...

 

Ah...The kindness I've heard calling out to me somewhere Will soon, by unseen forces, irrationally be erased. Within a world that was bound by corrupted rulers The future seen in exchange for their mortal lives has been shut.

 

The people who damage the evident justice in the back brandish that sword cold like ice over its head

 

Valued things, They'll continue to defend it Even if they are going to be snatched away That small light in this uncertain time is not allowed its radiance...

 

There may be no definition of "righteousness" For someone hurt by false expectations of peace but, If they're caught by their tears which have shed and dried up Their memories that haven't been lost yet are going to dissolve into space too

 

Ah...The kindness I've heard calling out to me somewhere Will soon, by unseen forces, irrationally be erased.

 

Even if dreams are only known to depict ideals, Everyone wants to believe in new-born desires. Even if the wind, dyed in darkness, intensely condemns the wounds, Protected by the shield of strength, a miracle will one day rise up. If they're caught by their tears which have shed and dried up Their memories that haven't been lost yet are going to dissolve into space too