Life is like ice
that holds its breath
and is about to thaw
Life is like ice
that glares at the sun,
welcomes night,
and waits to thaw
Although the sun has no guilt,
life glares at the sun
Although night has no healing,
life welcomes night
Life spreads through me,
as if ice curses the sun
and changes into water uglily
Life grows rank in me,
as if ice accepts night
and feels joy
He stands on the stage
surrounded by
uncountable and faceless ghosts
He has a speaker
to tell himself,
to tell the truth hidden behind the night
Some ghosts may not believe him and the truth
because sometimes the truth makes
overwhelming pain
But he doesn’t give up standing on the stage
surrounded by
untouchable and bloodless ghosts
His voice certainly resounds
through ghosts,
then, some ghosts may believe his voice
that never breaks the truth,
that never lies about himself,
that never gives up this world
She is standing
at the center of tragedy
made by herself
She is a master of the tragedy
She is a main cast
of the tragedy
A profusion of
cheering and applause
showers her,
and
she can be cocooned
in cruel calmness
Although she is standing
at the center of tragedy,
she feels burning satisfaction
To feel it,
she continues to make
a variety of tragedy
When a devil disappears completely,
a withered flower regains its breath
In sweet and gorgeous shadow,
the flower emits a faint light
and changes darkness
into hope
The hope that
the flower continued craving in deep fog
will not vanish again,
will not wither again,
will not be taken away again,
even in the bottom of the sea
that a devil’s grief and anger
are echoing
Even if this world hides the truth,
I try to gaze at it
I try to gaze at the truth
that was buried in the night
Unless you stop telling the truth,
I continue to believe you
Even if this world cracks the truth
and scatters these ashes on the sea,
they shine and give me a signal
So, I never stop gazing at the truth
that you never give up telling
I always plant seeds of despair
on the ground of happiness,
to protect my heart
When the seeds of despair grow,
my heart is already
ready to feel them
If despair appears unexpectedly
on the ground of happiness,
my heart can’t endure it
So, I plant seeds of despair
beforehand,
to protect my heart
I’m on a cloud
and looking down at the world,
as if I was not alive,
as if I was a ghost
I’m on a cloud
and breathing freely
The world is not place
where I can live
But I’ve lived on the world
for a long time
Why can I live?
Why can I breathe,
without the remedy
for healing wounds
carved by life?
I want to be on a cloud
and look down at the world eternally,
as if I was not alive,
as if I was a ghost
She continues to smoke
the cigarettes of guilt
They erode her lungs
and the sense for feeling alive
She has a lot of time
to hurt herself
So, she can’t stop smoking
the cigarettes of guilt
Her lungs scream,
<Stop pouring the poison into me!>,
but her mind craves the cigarettes of guilt
Someday,
she will lose every sense for feeling alive
She knows it,
but she can’t stop smoking the poison
A baby
who has wings of a demon,
a bloodless face,
and bloodshot eyes
is glaring at me
in a broken mirror
<Why do you lead me
to woe?>
<Why do you hack me
by the stone-cold glass?>
A baby weeps
These eyes expose
hate to me,
to life,
to this world
Pale skin
is full of agony,
and
looks like the ageless sunset
A baby
who has wings of a demon,
a bloodless face,
and bloodshot eyes
is glaring at me
in the innermost of broken me
I’m standing on a rock,
being surrounded by the wild sea
There is no lantern
There is no blanket
There is no float
I’m standing on a rock
by the name of <Life>
I can’t move at all
I can’t shout at all
because I know that
there is no one around me,
around this rock
I can’t swim,
but I can’t continue to stand any more
Someday,
this rock will shatter, and
I will lose a place to stand
