The sheets got tangled in the mess we made
There in the stains, we remain.

sometimes,
it is difficult for me to point out why
i came to be unable to fall in love properly.

because of the ring on my finger or
because i am so desperately wretched.

but with one comes another.)
truthfully.

maybe i just lost the rage.
who needs rage nowadays, anyway?

we got world.
...
there were times, i thought and believed
that it would be never enough to love only one.

but now it seems all right.