6:31 PM |

The wound on my torn-open chest
Is flowing together with the circle of life and death
If I pile up these moments' connected feelings,
They just burn away
Delirious in a never-cooling fever
I can't even hear the last thing you say

Don't cry, no matter if you think you're going to break
The you I embraced was trembling
Gently lift up the palm of your hand and let me
Feel it and see it
The miracle called "you" that I had

Been looking for will never fade
Just touch me with the palm of your hand
Stronger than ever before

-Innocent Sorrow
The hand behind this pen relives a failure every day`