For those repulsive, hedious, unsightly scum in the road across
May one day a brutal man grabs a dagger,
you'd all be stabbed into chest.
Bleed, bleed, bleed
Clean hands are mine
Red color runs over wasteland
Breath is no longer retained.

Yes, I'm cursing.

Is this what everybody calls life, job, and work?
.............People..........?

Everytime when I start questioning myself,
it goes deeper and begins going round and round.
A broken puzzle of mysterous maze should a girl get confused.
A rediculously elephantine creature is having circles in the same place and wishes to go straight simultaneously.
A waving skirt flies like an astray butterfly.
Falling leaves, strong wind, crying baby.
Like my seriously damaged hair,
no other effective way to repair.