shikura chiyomaru

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