My brittle

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

empty this self

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. . .

i don't can 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