13 12 2000: 

ningen no kawaisou

life pulsates
even though this can't be felt
life ends 
even though this is what we know

time that falls like feathers is
gently flooding this confined space
even though those hands reach out
fingertips cannot touch an illusion

death is silence
although we haven't experienced it 
death is the end
but whom are we to judge what is 'end'?

and then this life drains away,
even under the smile that is faked
if I can't kill you with my hands
I'll kill myself in your sight...

blood flows
redness that is so enchanting
blood washes
washes all the love away....

even if you knew how much I loved you
would it have a place in your heart?
the sky is so gentle in its vastness
we love it, then we get lost in it

one bird never owns the love of the sky
because it's alone, it can't reach so high
but because it is alone, it knows freedom
until wings get tired, and it spirals downwards....

emotions flood me with my love for you
I wish, my feeling isn't so strong to me
I'll live, kill, and die for your sake...
even as blood flows, we are so far apart....

torn wish
Even though the spiral is downwards,
torn heart
the beauty of flight is still there...

even though wishes can't be fulfiled,
the sky's beauty in my dreams is enough
I wanted to fly like the bird, but
falling doesn't need your gentility

even though the route downwards means end

even though your smile will not waver

my mind's woven world is a cradle for my wounds

-hidoko Matsumoto