Filthy truth Rather than turn my eyes away I want to accept Even the ugly things with these hands
“The world isn’t only about beautiful things When you grow up, you will understand” Someone once said to me long ago
The other side of that flower is rotten, eaten by bugs Everything has a secret somewhere
If I’m afraid of lies I won’t be able to believe in anything Being alive Is not about beauty
Filthy truth Even if I know about it It doesn’t mean That even my heart will become tainted Existential truth The reason why I used to evade it Is because I didn’t want To feel despair for the rest of my life
Every time I’m betrayed or hurt, the back of my heart glazes over And something changes
Nobody can breathe Within a glass case I want to be a beautiful flower Blooming in the wild
In this filthy world Even if I’m smeared with mud I just need to brush it off And it’ll all wash away with water, right? In this colorful world I’ve come to understand that What’s most important Is unstained courage and having my own color
Even the purest white Once we get close, we can see The faint stains What should I give up?
Filthy truth Even if I know about it It doesn’t mean That even my heart will become tainted Existential truth The reason why I used to evade it Is because I didn’t want To feel despair for the rest of my life