Even if you say “Don’t mind, it was fate!” It won’t work on the pierced gunshot wound. Burnt black, it festers and aches.
“It’s difficult…” No matter how lightly touched Stinging it aches, strongly resounding. The blood that spreads, tainting crimson, would flow out and won’t stop.
If you cry out [No] to the road someone layed out for you, Without fearing, there is no choice but to follow the trackless path.
Now, when Despair turns into Hope Once again, even if you lose sight of it as the fog steals your vision Only that heart, that knows Despair, will cut through The shining course that continues onwards toward the future of tommorow _________________________
In the middle of battle, now matter how hard you gaze at the book There is no Exit command - REBOOT. The layed out programm, won’t cease.
Even if you roam around searching for an answer, There isn’t only one chooseable option. Infinite Trouble
Despair, is the bridge constructed towards Hope Once tormented by the option you chose, you weep all night Stirring the heart that knows Despair, begin rowing To the _ that continues onwards towards tommorow Cross the awful road that’s the sea
Despair, is the bridge constructed towards Hope The tiny miracle given birth, is the Future that stirs the Present Stirring the heart that knows Despair, begin rowing To the _ that continues onwards towards tommorow
Now, when Despair turns into Hope Once again, even if you lose sight of it as the fog steals your vision Only that heart, that knows Despair, will cut through Towards the Future continuing on towards tommorow Towards the one and only course Leading to the inevitability connecting to a Miracle Shining onwards