irony

Dedicated to a boy whom I used to Know :

　

in the morning, when i had a dream about you, tears got filled in my eyes.

someday, i won't hide my heart.

when looking up at the sky without glasses,

the clouds come from the right, go to the left,

come, go, go, come, come, go, cogo.

in the morning, when i had a dream about you, tears got filled in my eyes.

i heard such a song.
and then.

i feel as if all the blood would flow in the opposite dirction;

my thoughts went upside down.

everything i see was covered by the mist.

i used to think that my blood was green.
the blood belonged to something unknown.
sometimes, i think about my own bones - are they white?

maybe not.

what about my internal organs?

just like this, in the morning when i had a dream about you,
all the energy would be squeezed completely from the inside.
then my soul became empty.
if my real life was like a snail,
then the unreal one that you were here would like a slug.

i misunderstand love.

i want you from the very bottom.

i escape with all my might at the same time.

in the morning, when i had a dream about you, tears got filled in my eyes.

Looking at the self, standing just like this,

i cried a bit.
my soul escaped from my ears.