I'm peeling of my frail consciousness
Slowly so my footsteps won't make a sound
Becoming ash, scattering in little pieces
It's only this... it's nothing more...
Without a trace

The feeling that I'm aware of my ignorance
is more cowardice than helplessness
Crawling at the bottom of mixed percipience
I'm asking my sub consciousness
I can't see the lotus right in front of my eyes

Burying your breath in the unchanging seasons*
You, who waited for help, got wet
The withered song you can not hear anymore
Has no expectations, I'm crying

The tears that are shed in loss
will also flow when you are pulled down by sadness
So that I don't have to watch someone die
I'm closing my eyelids

My body that's coiled in a spiral
is slowly slowly twisting
In my throat are thousand questions I want to ask
What can I save?
The lotus is dying right in front of my eyes

Burying your breath in the unchanging seasons*
You, who waited for help, got wet
The withered song you can not hear anymore
Has no expectations, I'm crying

So that the dense fog will clear up
So that the proof of your existence won't disappear
When this song reaches you
you'll surely think of it as hypocrisy

Burying your breath in the unchanging seasons*
You, who waited for help, got wet
I can't take back my voice I raised
so that you won't be able to hear it anymore I know my crime