The reality surely existed there, so that I might be cornred. I washed it in black again.
Since foot prints continue Since those eyes can be seen Since we use words Then here I am Do I go over again
That's why I keep on pretending that I know nothing I keep on pretending that I know nothing
Ignorance is a sin I am so cruel I have a hope, yet in despair The fruit of my despair.
it's not visible to me. only an impending thing is visible to me I could only do a mere handful
The reality surely existed there, so that I might be cornred I washed it in black again
Ambivalence in the stationary darkness
it's not visible to me. only an impending thing is visible to me I could only do a mere handful Pass through I hide myself and let it through Calmness However hope is always in this had of mine