My Brittle
why must i repentant
if everybody make no apology hurt me
why must i sad
if everybody don't sorrow leave me
why must i dissapointed
if everybody not dissapointed betray me
why must i cry
if everybody don't dribble tear little that smash heart and my alive
i am scared with my alive
bothing that mean, and
there is no comfort
flat not bumpy
quiet lonely. . . .
there is no festivity
cold. . .
there is no warmth
tired i feel
irregular my alive
my heart asunders
want me broken this head
so that not again feel ill
to what end linger
if then hurt. . .
to what end stand at bay
if really is not defenced again. . .
sono hana shinabiru arimasen kirei mou
sono hana arimasen nioi no yoi mou
sono ningyoo wareyasui arimasen as kirei as to as kirei as mukashi
jikoku arankagiri wareyasui seisei
watashi arimasen sokosoko watashi shiru
