In a warped and wound-covered spring,
I walked, without so much as anesthesia
Echoing in the depths of my body,
a strong sense I'm not living enough...
I still taste it, the flavor of chewed-away gum,
with a heart that still hasn't fully cooled
After losing it all one thing at a time,
what finally remains in the end...
If this thing isn't love, then what would you call it?
I didn't have any idea...
Call out the name of a flower, just a single one,
to the point of bursting open...
The tips of our noses touch, my breath stops
And I'm fine with the pain never going away
Ohh...
What do you say with those weary eyes?
I walked, hiding my scars
And yet I scattered my shadow around,
hoping to be noticed...
Can you still walk? I chew down and taste sand,
on grass damp with evening dew
Questioning words within an impatient chest
Surely it's still too soon for this to end...
Smiling so that no one would be made sad -
I was never able to do that well...
If I were just able to protect one thing, one single thing,
that would have been enough...
My all too worthless wish, it won't vanish
My soul is one no one can steal...
To what should I compare you and me?
How to describe the similar wounds on our heels?
After the gap in the rain closes, it continues on;
let's go, before the flowers even bloom...
If this thing isn't love, then what would you call it?
I didn't have any idea...
Though still fearful, call out the name of a flower;
say "it can only be you"...
The tips of our noses touch, my breath stops
And I'm fine with the pain never going away
My all too worthless wish, it won't vanish...
I won't stop...
Horse and Deer