Lyric

I watch me from behind

The judgment of the present will be passed in the future

The abhorred present is a passage to the future

I am too nervous about many things

It is the past that rules and curses me

Memories cling to me as shadows never leave me

As long as I am who I am, the fact remains my past shapes me

Not so many themes exist in life

It is the past that rules and curses me

Memories cling to me as shadows never leave me

As long as I am who I am, the fact remains that my past shapes me

Not so many themes exist in life

Blank space makes objects stand out

It is torture to consider whether you are an object or a blank space

In other words, my existence illuminates my feet

If you are the latter, you are nothing more than an environment for an object

Beg forgiveness for what I am

If you are the latter, you are nothing more than an environment for an object

Beg forgiveness for what I am

The stronger the light of the past, the longer and clearer the shadow of the present appears

The darker the present is

If I do not shine strongly, the future I will lose my vision