And as I wither
thewords only silence can speak
slide through my throat
up to my soul.
Like precious pearls
born out of suffering.
And as I shiver
stories only nostalgia can tell
become deceitful memories
I struggle to retain.
Like precious pearls
born out of suffering,
beauty comes after pain.
And I shall keep the garden
and inside a locket, I'll house the sea.
There comes the hour with no shadows
there comes the wolf,
there, they come for me.
Like precious pearls
born out of suffering,
beauty comes after pain
... and while hiding
I wonder
when will this grief
turn into heaven.
"何でもよかったよ
愛をくれよ 愛してくれよ"