*I've gone and swallowed even the spring. Violated by a choking love, I thought: It wasn't supposed to be like this, "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

I've gone and grown tired of you. Violated by a cruel indigo, I kept it hidden. It's not that I'm betraying you, but, "It's not that I'm betraying you."

Ah, it's almost like a curse. Forever, and ever, and ever.

It's all a mess, like the end is here. I breathe in like I'm burning. To grow sick of it—I feel the same. Don't say it from the start, "Don't ask me from the start."

It's all turned to sludge, I look like a fool. It's your fault, you know. That lukewarm feeling of 'I don't want to die'— Please, just put an end to it.

It's all turned to sludge, I look like I'm sick. I breathe out like I'm cooling down. Saying 'I love you' is just for show, isn't it? Don't leave me alone, "Don't leave me alone."*