[Bauklötze - Mika Kobayashi, Hiroyuki Sawano🎶]
Some souls learn to cry blood
after they grow up.
I do not know
if such blood-souls were loved.
They learned to fall apart.
When they were drowned in red and surfaced,
they learned to take a deep breath,
not to believe in life after death,
that they died thousands of times while they were already alive and that no one could fix them.
