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Hate others than love yourself | Hate others than love yourself | ||
Speech-and-action-ism person's subliminal behavior has an immediate effect | Speech-and-action-ism person's subliminal behavior has an immediate effect "Hurray!" three times | ||
Sky is ash and soil is also ash 194586815 | Sky is ash and soil is also ash 194586815 | ||
Admire the pouring mud tears | Admire the pouring mud tears | ||
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nobody but me | nobody but me | ||
not for anybody else | not for anybody else | ||
nobody else's way | nobody else's way | ||
nobody else's dream | nobody else's dream | ||
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When I cried over the fact that I was getting closer to them, which i didn't want to become | |||
Something dropped indide without a sound… | |||
Love which I did not wanted to know | |||
Because if I did not know the love, there will be no pain either | |||
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Darkness of the heart | |||
confronting millions of audience | |||
hanging down | |||
The fact that almost I cannot stand | |||
The fact scarlet spatter on black | |||
Accept | |||
Tomorrow… | |||
My good bye | |||
Me waving my hands ain't crying | |||
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Is that your dream to talk about love in romantic mood? | |||
Does it feel good to dream covered all over with big-name brands? | |||
Are you happy when you are talking a meaningful thing but nobody is really listening? | |||
Can you see things that you really need? | |||
Does escape from a reality save everything? | |||
Is it really necessary to believe someone? | |||
Do you feel the truth used for good? | |||
Does your kids love such you? | |||
How many People exist? who cry from their heart when you are gone | |||
The one who has courage always are justice? | |||
Is there no wall that can not be overcome? | |||
Does love really save earth? | |||
What is, to live for parents, to live for kids? | |||
I do not know because I am what you call, stupid | |||
Human being just exists, Nothing more | |||
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Live smart | |||
Tend to be autistic boys and girls-in front of the Diet Building-mass suicide-club | |||
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I deleted him last night | |||
At a lonely sun set park too far away from the word dramatic, after the rain | |||
Also today, the rain ask me You have nothing to protect | |||
It makes me laugh because I do not care He who was soaked to the skin, is also laughing | |||
December ornament Childish ornament | |||
The city infected so quickly looking like colorful drug | |||
A brainwashed disabled country which do not recognize that they are already swallowed up by England | |||
250km, kill the merry prostitute in full throttle | |||
This is my educational guidance | |||
Free choice? | |||
Stupid couples which do not recognize that choice itself is already not free | |||
If you are vaguely just living | |||
I will sing the name of an iron hammer of judgment | |||
Shouting a lullaby from beginning to the end | |||
Everybody is happy if we could kill each other in the name of Maria | |||
Also today the spacious sky is gray | |||
Water-logged sand castle | |||
Now just a dirt castle | |||
So starved for love‥I am | |||
I will sleep tomorrow before he wakes up | |||
Which is more worn out? | |||
My precious castle Is this so called days of youthfulness | |||
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Sex orgy with a keen knife | |||
You dream tonight, too | |||
Dream in a suite with a pool | |||
Your mommy is floating, too | |||
The mouth wetted by the yogurt | |||
Rewinding the second hand of removing the stitches | |||
You should kill words sometime | |||
The voice of longing is gasping | |||
Restriction anniversary party goes on everyday | |||
Your daddy is at the other side of the TV | |||
bird little bird, you have no freedom | |||
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I am a caterpillar | |||
I am eating green words that I do not even want to eat | |||
And that ever single day | |||
Nobody would notice | |||
The dreams will die as you keep on eating dirty feed | |||
And becomes a russet-colored huge moth, someone said long time ago | |||
But I did not belive | |||
Because I still have a dream | |||
I am holding it carefully and carefully with both of my hands and sleeping with, every night | |||
Sliced skin in between the fingernails and the noise of a ear chopped off | |||
Just a tiny moment in the afternoon to meet myself | |||
I do not feel empty | |||
Because I do not want to forget | |||
What colored butterfly am I right now? | |||
I hope I look like a beautiful butterfly as you do | |||
I open my russet-colored wing so wide | |||
And talk to you butterflies | |||
What color is your wing? | |||
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The skin of human being suits you | |||
Crybaby is your role | |||
Greeting today and tomorrow | |||
The tears of Christ has evaporated, too | |||
My back is infinite target | |||
I stopped to smile ingratiatingly | |||
Go ahead look down on me as you like | |||
Beautiful stars smiling also today | |||
Good Night | |||
Dissection dissection Laughed at | |||
I am buried with millions of dead frogs | |||
Sacrificing-mind sacrificing-mind Where are you going? | |||
Sacrificing-mind sacrificing-mind Where is it? | |||
Moral-sense moral-sense Good bye | |||
Moral-sense moral-sense forever… | |||
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The city we two walked hiding our faces with pink plastic umbrella | |||
Just not to wet your shoulder… | |||
You are still a little bit warm and sitting in that chair | |||
I do want to touch but I also want to cry | |||
A half-drunk milk is showing the table somewhat lonely | |||
I'm loving you as much as the numbers of the cigarette stub i have smoked | |||
Under the street lamp of an electric light pole | |||
Let us go and pick up the unbrella dripping-wet which we have left | |||
depressed man talking to himself | |||
to the depressed sky | |||
of the depressed days | |||
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Indistinct coexistence | |||
Almost a pig | |||
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The love now died in the bed where we lie down back to back | |||
Please hate cruel me I am sure that will make you feel better | |||
Do I look evil to you? | |||
Nobody really can save me I knew | |||
Please forgive me | |||
Please forgive me | |||
Please forgive me | |||
Please… | |||
Please… | |||
Please… | |||
Die | |||
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Wrapped in a newspaper holding a model of the human body that has mother's name | |||
on it feeling alive breathing looking and smiling at the reflection of myself also | |||
smiling and eating my brother spending days like this these days crying Miyako's | |||
voice could be heard distinctly from the other side of the paper sliding door and | |||
I may have felt that voice very painful spreading a curry of the school lunch on a | |||
roll bread seems to be a daily work | |||
I am not that bad at a recitation but because of my father's discipline I seem to | |||
hate but may love THE STALIN's "electric KOKESHI doll" so I started to listen and I | |||
thanked and thanked for the fact that I was in a huge ecstacy candy rice porridge | |||
was very sweet I made a promise never to forget your envious love on thursday which | |||
was a holiday in seventeen summer the day when the beetle's head came off | |||
One morning a prostitute was forcing me to buy Miyako's genitals at the check-out | |||
counter of the grocery store so when I tried them right there bunch of maggots | |||
fell out looked like dirty grains of rice of the early SHOWA period was the | |||
beginning of the defective merchandise, and I made use of my great erudition to | |||
the prostitute using my great erudition | |||
It was yesterday evening that I found out that there is sperm of a gay inside the | |||
cigar ordered from foreign contries I was angry the way of making a child was not | |||
written on the text book for the young people the reason why I shed a large drop | |||
of a sperm and a small drop of tears was since Miyako was masturbating laying next | |||
to me when I saw Kazuko's genitals without a revision shown on the CRT screenn of | |||
the 12 inch Nationali TV | |||
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Yes, I still cannot figure out the meaning of the existence | |||
So I nick meanings on this body more more more and more | |||
Just smile and trample on it | |||
Ominous repeating voice still stinging | |||
Someday it will echo and nick inside this heart surely surely surely and surely | |||
Just smile and go through it | |||
It's much better than not being able to notice the value | |||
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I'm free You have died | |||
Couldn't do anything you have died | |||
Right and Left are same faces | |||
Die until you are killed | |||
"Lost lost kitty cat, hung yourself at your home" | |||
turning turning turning turning around swallowed up in the tide of the world | |||
talking talking talking talking searching for the tree that bear money | |||
rolling rolling rolling rolling up red bud which I am violating | |||
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I let myself | |||
into the tide of you guys | |||
Applause are so inconsistent | |||
You guys do not seem to know at all | |||
Hanging bare light bulb of life Feel the end | |||
An open suicide stuffed in the bag, pulled up on the stage | |||
The worn-out voice are stepped on like a dead leaf | |||
The way that the numbers of rusty safety pins shows | |||
A cross under the sky of sorrow | |||
Human beings who forgot to forgive, laugh yourself | |||
The sky of sorrow | |||
The sky of sorrow | |||
Dead singing voice, Laughing dead body, Dead next year | |||
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I am having communication with love | |||
I will kill you with emotion | |||
Do you remember the days you could laugh just as you like | |||
The garden of fear approaching in madness | |||
In other words it is out side of the cage | |||
I am getting used to it but will this scar disappear someday? | |||
Human-hunt with a bat in our hands | |||
Let's play more with me | |||
I bet you bless the generalizations just to make them hang together which I cannot go around with, anymore | |||
The un-happiness that you can stay | |||
Has no differences with the hang-together thing shown there | |||
Am I laughing quite well in your society? | |||
Which is more miserable? | |||
I guess you are more serious… | |||
I bet you can laugh again and again if you get more hurt, ragged and more broken | |||
And someday the cry of a grief will lead you guys to the god | |||
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The string was cut | |||
So easily it was cut | |||
I will sing your song tomorrow | |||
Just a ordinary love song | |||
I was too awkward to say… | |||
Good bye | |||
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Even how happy or unhappy somebody cries or yells, to me it | |||
won't reach won't reach won't reach won't reach won't reach won't reach won't reach won't reach won't reach | |||
So that there are no time for sorrow | |||
hatred is coiled up and tighten drawing a smooth curve | |||
You surely understand if you lick this red eye ball by the tip of the tongue | |||
about me… | |||
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Why am i dying? | |||
I guess there is no reason any where | |||
This is an ordinary story but I am smiling again and again | |||
Just a meat half rotten tied with attempted string | |||
Cry for me Only you are enough | |||
I am no Christ | |||
As a matter of fact there is no Maria either | |||
I want to be buried under a love only you have got | |||
Because I want to keep on smiling just for you | |||
If I could die in such graveyard buried under your love | |||
I will happily die without fail | |||
Let me forget my regret | |||
Someone… let me | |||
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The smile of a mother who is tied to a huge tree and violated, hurts me | |||
I shall smile softly, too | |||
Rain and hail of antidepressant drug | |||
A window glass with a hand print left | |||
Black mannequin that has a mouth wide opened | |||
Being free Respecting own soul All of these are deception | |||
How high is the wall of understanding | |||
I will cry but only at the very end | |||
I'm a caterpillar | |||
What are you? | |||
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Cursed four-and-a-half-mat room dancing for a joy | |||
Canned inside is your genitals which you are so much in love | |||
Yes, you are a narcissist | |||
A despotic state is C-class horror and also a screaming horror | |||
Unlawful erotic animation blooming day by day | |||
Four-and-a-half-mat room with sexual shower dancing for a joy | |||
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So many kind of marbles red and blue are scattered all over the burned sandbox | |||
The heart of a girl who is collecting around carefully is still blind | |||
Both little hands will not reach Noah | |||
Bottomless seabed changes into conviction and sink | |||
So many shooting stars shining and disappearing Slowly slowly changes ocean into the huge sky | |||
The place where nobody knows the destination and does not feel the flow of time, either | |||
Someday the colors and shapes and memories will be pulled by gravity and all grows a leaf of none | |||
The Angels who wore a scale welcomes in by the silent funeral procession | |||
Little sandals will not move automatically | |||
As much as the number of marbles the little girl had in both hands full | |||
The beautiful flowers will bloom here soon | |||
So many kinda of flowers of sorrow, red and blue | |||
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Without nothing is my dream | |||
Just just cold season | |||
I just just like such just just cold season | |||
Such just just cold season | |||
One day I heard a sound that something is falling down | |||
Around me, only you with a bunch of white flowers are there | |||
From when are you there ? | |||
From when are crying ? | |||
Your ****** lips are, dried up like a crying moon | |||
Eyes are sinking like a dead gold fish | |||
Ears are drowning in the blood streaming from the eyes | |||
It is just just beautiful as ******** | |||
I just want to stare at you forever | |||
Until the red red thread shall be snapped | |||
I am going to sleep from now on. | |||
<nowiki>*******</nowiki> | |||
<nowiki>********</nowiki> | |||
<nowiki>************</nowiki> | |||
With your head which cannot tell who's head it is | |||
I'm getting back to a dream so called reality | |||
A dream is a ephemeral dream inside a dream | |||
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Walking down the street at night under an umbrella | |||
Sometimes very sad and lonely night falls | |||
I want to go disappear like this into a darkness that nobody knows | |||
I bet this is what everybody thinks at least once | |||
Walking down the street at night under an umbrella | |||
I am crying because I hear your voice every night | |||
all the time… | |||
Insomnia night thinking about many things that I do not want to think | |||
Thoughts keep on falling and is red | |||
I can not be ash | |||
Insensitively strong human being | |||
Will not hurt if I became insensitive human being? | |||
Also today under an umbrella I… | |||
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Smiling and feeling that it is tough not to have a place where I belong | |||
What should I do if I get tired of myself living with a smile? | |||
Like the people rotten and lying around, am I going to rot? | |||
I don't know I surely can't help | |||
I wonder where does it come from, the idea writing and performing by oneself | |||
To tell the truth, it is miserable, huh? | |||
Won't go away Won't fade away I can't help smiling | |||
after one minute, the face turns blue and the heart beating so hard, the word death in my mind | |||
shouting 1000 times, it's already a ten seconds left until after one minute | |||
In that way, I keep on betrayed every day and smiling foolishly | |||
Foolishly | |||
I am a "DARUMA" doll with a air hole in my breast | |||
It is matter of sex and death but after they get bored with me it's a show tent | |||
Spat on and got tired of looking, there will be no body peek-a-boo | |||
I can't smile | |||
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I don't understand the importance of a life | |||
One way to feel the freedom | |||
Human beings are naturally an evil | |||
Human beings which are covered with number of films is what human beings call human beings | |||
The only thing you people who are too much used to forget, made up | |||
That is god | |||
What did the sky of a false image gave you? | |||
A guilty feeling that comes from regret? | |||
To whish the happiness given to the every single person? | |||
Because you take regret as a regret it is regret and because you take a happiness as a happiness it is happiness | |||
There are no naturally-happy or naturally-unhappy | |||
By breaking all of your environment that was naturally made | |||
Take back the naturally form | |||
Let the so-to-say evil which every body has, bloom | |||
Get the word freedom in your hand | |||
There… | |||
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Commit a sin on instinct | |||
Also shave their futures off | |||
The law of the jungle The loop of the death | |||
Love is merciless word association game | |||
The way they fade | |||
I can not stop laughing | |||
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I want to put "" on my hand and crush it with all my might | |||
Right now | |||
The reality that I had this same feeling when I was little | |||
They punched a hole in my back with their white eyes | |||
I remember even now | |||
Somebody play chain saw with me before I die | |||
I bite "" neck and smile at it's life bleeding | |||
Fill the champagne glass with the love juice of "" | |||
This is what crazy is all about | |||
I will love all sweat and tears and blood and juice of "" | |||
Let's dance till dawn in a white dress | |||
Till it will be colored in red | |||
It must be beautiful… | |||
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"I want to touch there" | |||
A slight curiosity Made me rotten | |||
How many in two month Played with me and left me Thats how people falls | |||
A picture Pasted in the shop | |||
Attend with a smile In so-what attitude | |||
Thats the way how I lived until now | |||
I can't cry even though I want to cry | |||
No tears are bursting even though I want to cry | |||
When you noticed the miserable fact… | |||
Do tears really trickle down? | |||
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Dark dark dark sky and soil | |||
Bitter dark bitter deep inside the throat | |||
Also today I just climb up a narrow blind stairs | |||
…just climb up | |||
I am the weed grew on the street inside the mud | |||
Even what I wish, I am just a weed | |||
stabbing with a concrete thorn I just climb up a blind stairs | |||
…just climb up | |||
Hoping… To the park that you are pointing at | |||
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A piece of myself flowing to a drain | |||
Treating with bunch of useless piece | |||
My both hands are too small | |||
I can grab nothing | |||
Adrenaline Adrenaline masochism awaken Adrenaline | |||
Smile Smile red lips Smile | |||
Treating with bunch of useless piece | |||
My both hands are too dirty-sweaty-tearly-bloody. | |||
I have not grabbed anything | |||
Hate it… | |||
Really hate it… | |||
I want it to die… | |||
Counting down songs of a petal game | |||
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All the things, people, objects seen from me window | |||
Do you love them? | |||
I still enjoy looking at you from the isolated non-stopping ferris wheel | |||
Human being is an existence who doesn't understand that it is A human being | |||
God… Tears of blade… | |||
Evolution is certainly moving on to degeneration | |||
A girl playing with a cloud on mother's lap | |||
A wind-bell calmly swing their tone in the wind | |||
A boy playing with the sand hiding in the shade | |||
A wind-bell calmly burn their tone in a fault | |||
Crybaby-sky is crying also today | |||
If the patience makes only the pain | |||
Around and round a ferris wheel with dismembered body now go round and round | |||
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Future too close | |||
Things we build up | |||
"Fake smile" | |||
"Mentality of a betray" | |||
"Silence of anger" | |||
"Trauma of wrist" | |||
Hatred of brain" | |||
"Un-sadness" | |||
"Sexual feelings" | |||
Every single things | |||
For ever | |||
Has to be white | |||
Cannot avoid to be dyed in black | |||
The reason it has to be colored in dappled colors | |||
The scar that cannot be cured | |||
Everybody | |||
is saddled with | |||
the weight which looks like pain | |||
Everybody | |||
cannot ever be saddled with | |||
all of the weight which looks like pain | |||
Too simple reason to | |||
lose their life | |||
Is human being the most weakest being | |||
among any other being | |||
Life is short Fall in love, girls | |||
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Too much message | |||
Ordinary message | |||
Too much noisy sound right, left and in front of my face? Out of the question? | |||
Today | |||
What can we hear from the other side of the speaker? | |||
The other side of the speaker is just concrete wall | |||
We can hear nothing | |||
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Awful future is waiting for you | |||
Acquaintances belew the navel You’d better engage among lower part of the bodys | |||
Or should we be rather sold to England? | |||
Doll…Yes, doll | |||
Make blood splash and be happy | |||
Bright future is waiting for you | |||
Princess will wake up | |||
Western clothes are not suitable for the Japanese dolls | |||
falling down falling down…Mr. "DARUMA" doll | |||
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As a matter of fact, you are not there | |||
As a matter of fact, I exist upon a pile of dead body laid on victims | |||
I dyed black to see you | |||
The way of the feeling is different, as a matter of fact | |||
As a matter of fact, My singing voice is certainly dying as I go through these flattered feasts | |||
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We were still on the way at this never-ending brick road | |||
Now I am going ahead alone | |||
I recall your temperature every time I feel the cool breeze | |||
It will not be long before I reach that park | |||
The park where the cold benches are | |||
A boy feeding a pigeon | |||
I guess someday He will die too | |||
Melted snow washes the season away everyday | |||
Drops colors into the eye from the sky to the ground | |||
And welcome cruelly beautiful death | |||
This is the first time I looked upon the sky since I became alone | |||
Since when was the sky this cruel? | |||
It will not be long before I reach that park | |||
The park where the cold benches are | |||
Infinite blue sky | |||
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If I could only swallow up the pain of the heart | |||
Can I live plausible? | |||
I, categorize of growth | |||
I guess I have noticed that the life is so stupid | |||
A forgotten dream Played so bad with the destiny | |||
No wonder beyond that door is a land of a bright light | |||
As a matter of a fact, Must have not noticed | |||
My existence | |||
Even though you give your life to the future, just cry than try to cry | |||
All you have to do is break the door | |||
There must be nothing but the things that will not go away | |||
There must be nothing but the things that will not fade away | |||
Why nothing but the things that will not go away? | |||
Irritating days with no doubt will open it’s mouth | |||
The reality will never welcome me | |||
I think, if this place is the bloody prison beyond that door is a land of light | |||
Shall I make a wish for myself-tomorrow | |||
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Slash my wrist in the room | |||
Hang myself in the room | |||
Slash my wrist under the light | |||
Please laugh at me it will not be a joke unless you do so | |||
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UNDER THE SUN | |||
Looks as if they are laughing under the sun Disclosed red river flowing peacefully | |||
You people are walking and laughing on the mountain road that are made of dead bodies | |||
Reaching to the lily to which the ants swarm | |||
To the hands of the people who can not save anything Let them have Ash and Tears and Silence… | |||
Cruelly, The Moon and The Sun go across Even Tomorrow closed their eyes Asking the red sun silence and…Peace | |||
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All over the body is paralyzed and crying like waterdrops on the window glass | |||
Tonight | |||
I dream a dream | |||
A dream that is to used to be born | |||
It is a very strange dream | |||
Me in pieces are falling down from mammy sitting down on a toilet | |||
Goldfish is drowning inside the white toilet with it’s fin taken off | |||
The genitals waving good bye with cold eyes | |||
I do not know why but I am crying | |||
I am crying | |||
A dream of mid summer will not be awaken | |||
A spider with twelve legs is staying on my arms | |||
Because the electric fan is stopping | |||
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Stepping on the shadow with burning colored sky on my back | |||
Open the arms and ricognize now | |||
If it will be covered with darkness sooner or latter | |||
Crouching body and dead singing voice | |||
"Now sleep tight with the good night kiss" | |||
Noticing that this was all meant to be in the morning after the rainy season | |||
The mind who asked kept silence… | |||
Millions of the bright sky is right | |||
Will not forgive millions of sins | |||
Millions of the bright sky is right | |||
Will not forgive millions of punishments | |||
"Silver knife and silver folk Your medium-rare tongue" | |||
Playing a exposure of a film A piece of tragedy | |||
Showing again and again | |||
Asking sweet-smelling peach skin | |||
The heart which is not going to be born starts to scream | |||
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Sight from a cliff | |||
There is ocean and sky lay in deep blue | |||
Everything is white one step ahead | |||
Ever lasting never ending white | |||
Deep inside my chest is an ripen red dripping apple | |||
Since the day I leaned against the apple tree | |||
How many apples has dropped? | |||
Tragic apples squashed on the asphalt | |||
Countless apples coloring the ground | |||
Crying a fly’s tears | |||
This is not a delusion but never ending reality | |||
To the freedom that never has been drowned | |||
I cut and drop the last apple | |||
Under the deep blue | |||
The tree with apples not being able to ripe | |||
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Revision as of 21:47, 31 July 2020
These are the 52 poems and their English translations included in Kyo's second poem book, 前略、お元気ですか、最果ての地より名も無き君に愛をこめて… (Zenryaku, ogenki desu ka, saihate no chi yori na mo naki kimi ni ai o komete…), released on December 3, 2004. The English translations were made by Megumi Hinata.
前略、お元気ですか、最果ての地より名も無き君に愛をこめて…
前略、お元気ですか、最果ての地より名も無き君に愛をこめて… (Just a line to ask you, how are you? To you who has no name, with love from the end of the earth…)
前略、お元気ですか、最果ての地より生まれてくる君達に愛をこめて叫び続けています |
Just a line to ask you, how are you? I keep on yelling with love at you people born from the end of the earth |
愛読者
愛読者 (Devoted Reader)
安らかな休息の地へようこそ |
Welcome to peaceful land of ease |
304号室、春と僕
304号室、春と僕 (Room 304, spring and I)
窓からいつもと変わらず桜が舞う |
Cherry blossoms breezes from the window as always |
304号室、舌と夜
304号室、舌と夜 (Room 304, tongue and night)
笑みを浮かべ涙流し手首にナイフを |
With a smile in the face With tears running A knife on the wrist |
304号室、母と桜
304号室、母と桜 (Room 304, mother and cherry blossoms)
沈み出した感情には最後の別れを |
Say the last good bye to The feelings that Begun sinking |
少年
少年 (A boy)
闇 それは暗い喰らいの中の闇 |
"Darkness is a darkness inside dark dark mind |
懺悔唄
懺悔唄 (Song of Confession)
理解の壁は必要ない ソコはとても美しい庭だから |
Wall of understanding is not necessary Because it ias very beautiful garden there |
安楽の底
安楽の底 (The bottom of ease)
歩き疲れたなら休めばいい |
If you are tired of walking you can rest |
我
我 (myself)
誰のわけでもなく |
nobody but me |
全てが苦か愛でありますように
全てが苦か愛でありますように (May all be pain or love)
When I cried over the fact that I was getting closer to them, which i didn't want to become |
闇の紅
闇の紅 (Scarlet in the Darkness)
Darkness of the heart |
物体的無意味
物体的無意味 (No meaning as a object)
Is that your dream to talk about love in romantic mood? |
驚喜
驚喜 (overjoy)
Live smart |
250キロ、フルスロットルで浮かれた売女もひき殺せ
250キロ、フルスロットルで浮かれた売女もひき殺せ (250km, kill the merry prostitute in full throttle)
I deleted him last night |
さえずり
さえずり (twittering)
Sex orgy with a keen knife |
スライス畑
スライス畑 (Slive Field)
I am a caterpillar |
白い空、堕ちて行く紅い太陽
白い空、堕ちて行く紅い太陽 (White Sky, Falling Red Sun)
The skin of human being suits you |
街頭
街頭 (street lamp)
The city we two walked hiding our faces with pink plastic umbrella |
日々
日々 (Days)
Indistinct coexistence |
bed
bed (Bed)
The love now died in the bed where we lie down back to back |
人体模型12インチナショナリテレビ
人体模型12インチナショナリテレビ (A model of the human body 12 inch Nationali TV)
Wrapped in a newspaper holding a model of the human body that has mother's name |
主義
主義 (principle)
Yes, I still cannot figure out the meaning of the existence |
迷子の貴方
迷子の貴方 (you are lost)
I'm free You have died |
JUDA
JUDA (JUDA)
I let myself |
Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ)
I am having communication with love |
無言の言葉
無言の言葉 (word of silent)
The string was cut |
曲線美
曲線美 (curvaceousness)
Even how happy or unhappy somebody cries or yells, to me it |
まだ見ぬ君へ
まだ見ぬ君へ (To you whom i have never seen)
Why am i dying? |
煉獄の炎にくれてやる
煉獄の炎にくれてやる (I will give it to the purgatorial flames)
The smile of a mother who is tied to a huge tree and violated, hurts me |
スカポルトロノ
スカポルトロノ (Scaportolono)
Cursed four-and-a-half-mat room dancing for a joy |
花の葬列
花の葬列 (funeral procession)
So many kind of marbles red and blue are scattered all over the burned sandbox |
夢は夢の中の儚い夢
夢は夢の中の儚い夢 (A dream is a ephemeral dream inside a dream)
Without nothing is my dream |
鞠の傘
鞠の傘 (umbrella of a ball)
Walking down the street at night under an umbrella |
うすら笑い
うすら笑い (slight smile)
Smiling and feeling that it is tough not to have a place where I belong |
自由を感じる為の一つの方法
自由を感じる為の一つの方法 (One Way to Feel the Freedom)
I don't understand the importance of a life |
風化
風化 (Fade)
Commit a sin on instinct |
ジキルとヂキル
ジキルとヂキル (JEKYLL and DIKYLL)
I want to put "" on my hand and crush it with all my might |
証明写真
証明写真 (ID photo)
"I want to touch there" |
日陰の臓
日陰の臓 (organ in the shade)
Dark dark dark sky and soil |
喰路
喰路 (Eating Way)
A piece of myself flowing to a drain |
目眩色の観覧車
目眩色の観覧車 (Dizzy colored Ferris wheel)
All the things, people, objects seen from me window |
沈黙の感情
沈黙の感情 (silent emotion)
Future too close |
DEAD MUSIC
DEAD MUSIC (DEAD MUSIC)
Too much message |
臍の下
臍の下 (Under the Navel)
Awful future is waiting for you |
事実
事実 (As a matter of fact)
As a matter of fact, you are not there |
公園まであと少し
公園まであと少し (Will soon reach the park)
We were still on the way at this never-ending brick road |
成長のカテゴライズ
成長のカテゴライズ (categorize of growth)
If I could only swallow up the pain of the heart |
三度の死
三度の死 (Die Three Times)
Slash my wrist in the room |
UNDER THE SUN
UNDER THE SUN (UNDER THE SUN)
UNDER THE SUN |
後者の道
後者の道 (The Letter Road)
All over the body is paralyzed and crying like waterdrops on the window glass |
8mm
8mm (8mm)
Stepping on the shadow with burning colored sky on my back |
蠅
蠅 (A Fly)
Sight from a cliff |