A strand of connected feelings still locked in battle
Deeply enshrined, like a splinter that can never come out
When I try to make sure our bond is still there, it unravels reality
The wish I made to protect you in the sleeping forest
Vanishes in a whirlpool of chaos – beyond the truth
The color of the sky was so blue it was depicted as coming from the heavens
It repeats infinitely, almost like a miniature rock garden
A resonance of childish motives, beyond the thread that ties us
We’re connected to a stage of insanity and tragedy
God Syndrome – a thread connecting love and life
It’s not something as grandiose as having grand ideals
I won’t hesitate, because I want to believe in you
The precious words you said to me that day grew silent
Ominously, as if everything was taking pity on me
I slightly tremble as my despair turns into helplessness