Once I pledged
to my own heart
that I'd save you from
the whirlpool of grief you've drowned in
If the unyielding gears
that move time forward should rust,
I won't be able to return; I hate this world



I want to break everything apart,
but I still can't go anywhere,
because of my memories.
All I could do was hold tight to
the time when I was happy,
and carve the distant sound of
the footsteps of dreams into my heart.