I….
I stand leaning against this wall ...
Understanding every content of the stanza that I meet ...
It turns out I can not understand ..
Can only see and read it ..
I….
I was a bitch and not worthy of myself ..
Who always harasses themselves with fire ..
Drawing fire with a dream incision ..
I was smeared into this valley ...
And I…
I look to be the core of myself ...
Being neat on a quiet day ..
And I became desolate every day ..
Because my fire goes out in the silent wind ...