Apocalypse [It's not the end]

In these days when happiness withers and falls
Words keep spilling from the mouth.

I close both my ears and mouth
On hearing their endless echo.

The heart is flickering...

"Goodbye" is waiting for the day when the door will open,
While rain is falling, as if to bear on its back the sadness of the world.

Wounds don't cease from the burnt knees
And the only proof is the thousand-fold pain.

Living and disappearing are opposing each other
In your theory of the end of the world.

The heart is withering...

The war brings both bullets and death
And I can't even remember the feeling of grasping your hand.

What was lost and what was obtained?
In the over-repeating end,
I want to be here;
I will only, I'll simply
Hold your hand...

"Goodbye" is waiting for the day when the door will open,
And both the lies and sorrow will disappear in the blue.
Even the final page comes to an end, right?
So let's engrave the beginning into the epilogue that was just added.


Credit: farfromjupiter