Thread:YingHe/@comment-36159587-20190323014144/@comment-36159587-20190329190615

Hey look at my attempt to write happy songs--

If I can reach the land of which sorrow lays its hands,

I will not need illusions of warmth scattered throughout the land…

Fleeting dreams float downwards, in the dreadfully quiet dark

Whom? In that instant, just who is it that shows a glimpse of the light?

Why? In this world bluntly shattering

I cannot find a way to stop

Regardless I continue praying and wishing that—I can banish the memories

If I can reach the land of which sorrow has laid its hands

Even if I can no longer feel, I will gladly give it all up

Why?

Vows repeated over and over, in time, promises cast without meaning

I once heard them resound over and over

But now…no longer

If I can reach the land that lies far beyond despair

Will there be any way of return?

I offer wasted wishes as sacrifice

If I can reach the land of which sorrow has laid its hands

Even if it is the eternal sleep, I will no longer have any fears…

-Galaxian-

P.S. ...So much for happiness.