Just think of this as a dream. Everyone has to move on after waking up. There’s no need to fear farewell. Because waving goodbye to the past is the first step towards the future.

If over my grave some day thou seest grow, In the grassy sod, a humble flower. Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so

When wine vessels are filled with blood, and when tender feelings are ripped asunder by cold ambition and reduced to dust on the wind, Gifts ungiven and bonds unspoken will become sharp blades with which to cleave erstwhile friends.

Hope— whose whisper would have given Balm to all that frenzied pain— Stretched her wings and soared to heaven; Went— and ne’er returned again!

I’ll gladly hum you a lullaby, To make up for my contempt If my despair gives you a will to live, Then I shall sing, I’ll sing.

Decay exists as an extant form of life.

I know you, probably more than anyone in this world. And… we don’t need goodbyes. You’re still here, right? You’ll exist forever… alongside heaven and earth. No matter where I am, no matter what I become, I will sing for you…

It was an interlude, nothing more, and they were on the same side again. This was right. This was their fate, no matter what else was dictated.

If I could do everything, there would be no such thing as a “necessary sacrifice”. I can’t fix the past, but you can still change the present.

“The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.” “But they cradled me, yes?”

If a liar… ah no, a con-artist did not hide their own lies… Can you call that honesty?

Fly, fly away. Like a bird in the sky. See the world on my behalf... To the heavens may you fly…

Are you still there? Are you still you?

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

When wine vessels are filled with blood, and when tender feelings are ripped asunder by cold ambition and reduced to dust on the wind, Gifts ungiven and bonds unspoken will become sharp blades with which to cleave erstwhile friends.

and the universe said that you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes, Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true, Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.

There are a few things more terrifying than one’s own heart, and there is almost nothing more terrifying than sharing it with another.

Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes, Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true, Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.

What has been said is true: everything humanity feared was brought by me and realized by me. For which, fate is not to blame. I know my sin, and my sin precedes me.

If I could do everything, there would be no such thing as a “necessary sacrifice”. I can’t fix the past, but you can still change the present.

It’s okay— Don’t hold back. Cry as much as you want, as loudly as you want, take as long as you need… Cry. Get it all out of your system. Because… The only way that you can heal from closing yourself in… Is to open up.

But my envy is real. It’s a matter of mentality. You’d long for possibilities once you’re used to monotonous beauty. Every once in a while, I’d fantasize what I would look like if I had a chance to grow older.

What has been said is true: everything humanity feared was brought by me and realized by me. For which, fate is not to blame. I know my sin, and my sin precedes me.

Eternity is far too cruel a fate for you. Not only have you stopped paying attention to the world, but you have stopped paying attention to yourself.

We are oceans reduced to shallow creeks.

Kisses ever sweet, mercy never meant for me All I want is peace, just a small reverie Spangled scraps of trash I’ve adorned so I stay in tact I’m unloved so I’ll give it up, don’t look back

Unknown, not even the Buddha and his enlightenment Could ever understand something that’s already gone and spent Is it me or is it the world that is the broken one that withers away? Too late living here the same never was an option anyway

It’s alright if we forget everything that happened here as long as we can still create new memories. Let’s leave together.

You have no idea what “sacrifices are inevitable” means. The tragedy is not how many people have died… but how we’ve grown accustomed to the idea that people must die for others to live.