Thread: Fragrance

Unable to detect even my own destination,
with a slender thread I gradually draw back to myself
the memories which were fading into the wind.

When I listened close to the restless voice of my heart,
"why on earth
was I ever born?"
was what it asked...

Unchanging, the moon gazes down upon me
but it has never yet granted me a reply

*Let me hear your voice,
I beg of you
Let me see your dream,
I beg of you
For even if we should fall into that unending sleep,
there is nothing to fear...

**Tell me the truth,
I beg of you
Explain to me your sins,
I beg of you
The crimson tears which keep overflowing
have hidden away this face of mine.

Even simple tenderness has grown to be more than I can bear.
In such a state as this, I cannot remember
even so slight a thing as the name I once held, and yet
there is still nothing I can do to resolve it all...

Unchanging, the moon still lets
the rain keep falling so quietly...