Rain falls slowly down
Forming soft grains
That fretted in the window glass
And form melt like tears.
All night I lived the meaning
In reflection looking at the window glass
A form of larvae incised the heart
Smite my mind to artificial illusion.
Your existence is always my question
Although I was aware for no reason
Yet it has always been a memory
Forgive my question.
And a miserable night
And the decaying spots
And a quiet heart
And the thirsty ...
雨缓慢地下降，形成柔软的谷物，在窗玻璃中磨损，形成像泪水一样熔化。所有的夜晚我都住在这个意义上。反思看着窗玻璃。一种形式的幼虫切割了我的心灵，把我的想法变成人为的幻觉。你的存在总是我的问题。虽然我知道没有理由它一直是记忆我的问题。一个悲惨的夜晚和腐烂的斑点和一个安静的心脏和口渴...