“I wonder who’s voice is calling [me]. It must be jubilant voice. I will go there now, [right] now.”
“I’ve always strayed from the right path. I was always desolate. Don’t let go of this hand anymore. Don’t let go of [my] hand.”
Even today is a sea of coal tar. I closed [my] eyes in order to escape.
I placed myself in a [world of complete darkness], and I wait for the sleep that will come before long. What I’ve seen until now, what I’ve felt, I want to forget again. Frivolous prayers vividly reflected my current self that is escaping. Everything about me has become detestable, anything and everything about me.
Even today is a sea of coal tar. Within a daze, I reach out [my] hand.
“I can see the red evening sun. Because it will very soon become night, quickly, I have to return quickly.”
Even today is a sea of coal tar. I’ve become skilled at sinking [in it]. I won’t continue breathing but, please don’t let me drown.
So I won’t be defeated, so that my heart won’t break, [you] showed me [your] smiling face, because if I am loved by somebody, I might be able to think that I want to still live, even more than now. But [now] I can’t fix my eyes [properly] on it. Even still, because I hate myself, I can’t believe, I can’t come to like everything that [I am]. I want to be loved, I want to love.
No matter who you are, save me [because] I want to disappear again