The pain of having no words in your mouth
When you talk to the person who's been dearest among all,
The tire of hopes starts to shrink into small.
Stepping back bit by bit to avoid the snobbery hall,
Suddenly cracked the core of the pond
That's been holding the fluid of favors.
The hidden sacrifices haven't revealed their flaws
To open the eyes of the upcoming trolls;
Misunderstandings are the reason of being controlled.
Saving a life now needs a volunteer
To play with the burning coals.
Sacrifice has been made to save the sullen moth,
Yet the journey continues with a blink, then flows
Where it will never be known.