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Could I ever become the reason to live For someone lamenting "this world"? These are the first and final words of love That I offer to you now. The city and its people began to warp; I realized they were monsters. The foolishness nesting in desire—everything is reflected in these eyes. Theatrically, everyone is made to dance in the palm of a hand. Without even knowing the meaning of being born, Dreams that became mere shells have rusted away. "Give me love." Surely everyone prayed for that. "Give me love." Gently taking a trembling hand. "Give me love." Gouging the heart, a love so beautiful it's ugly. Could I ever become the reason to live For someone lamenting "this world"? From the day I realized it would eventually end, My heart has been counting the seconds toward death. Hey, I don't mind if I drown in the rain like this And melt into the indigo. Please, please, just like that day, Hold out an umbrella and show me a smile. If I never woke from the dream, could I have stayed the same? The warmth vanishing from fingers that let go. Whose memories are keeping this blood circulating? Abandoned tracks drenched in rain. A soot-stained hospital ward, rows of power towers. A bus stop at dusk, a Ferris wheel standing still. Flowers blooming on a desk, even your voice. It's as if everything never existed from the start. I, who want to die, am breathing again today. You, who want to live, have lost sight of tomorrow. And yet, why is it so sad? Humans are creatures that eventually die. There is no such thing as eternity, And days don't go as planned, But tied by a fragile, weak thread, The next dawn will come again. No matter what kind of world it is, if you are there, I felt like I wanted to keep living. In my hell, you are the heart that beats incessantly. Just as you once gave to me, If I, too, Could become someone's heart.