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BURIAL APPLICANT (in English)


Hello, my dear.
Kill me, gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you

If you wail that you cannot save me,
have you at least seen death?
Can I take your ragged breathing
as a fake act?

Under the "creaks" that rain upon me
the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that
I can only understand with my mind

Die for me, for me...
You can't save it
Is it wrong?
Answer me

See, let your eyes sway and waver
Because
no lies in spilled tears
My hand... eyes... mind... and breath.
What is left in the end are the rotten memories
that have been burned
And the remains that can't even save a child.

The shadow of the subject
Hate and terror scream together.
Seeing the peeling love,
why must this body rot as well?

In the darkness that laughs in red,
the foolish words that were spilled.
Every time a breath was released
is very alike to that "hate"

Under the "creaks" that rain upon me
the trembling won't stop
I will break my ties with the pain that
I can only understand with my mind

Hello, my dear
Kill me, gently.
A burned body doesn't leave you.

Let my wishes reach the ear that
knows a newborn baby's voise
and the sound of screams to the pit bottom.
Somehow, please make them sink
so far into those wet eyes,
as if to swallow them

Deep.. deep... deep... deep..

So that they never touch me again
And those warped memories
that laugh

Forget me, for me...
You can't save it.
Is it wrong?
Answer me.

See, let your eyes sway and waver
because there is nothing
but lies and spilled tears
My hands... eyes... mind... and breath.
What is left behind in the end
are the rotten memories
that have been burned
And the carriage that can't even love a child.