Lyric

Hehe… good or bad, it doesn’t matter

Your eyes—they’re all the same

Take them out, and nothing changes

Wishes, lies, even tears

All turn the same inside this jar

Through the glass I watch the world

So peaceful, yet so hollow

Good or bad—such trivial things

They mean nothing to me

I’ll decorate them equally

See? Aren’t they all beautiful?

I gather the sound of stopped hearts

Like a lullaby in the night

Destroying only what I hold dear

That is my twisted kind of love

No need for punishment or grace

Both are just ornaments, the same

Trapping clear tears inside

Into a fragile paradise of glass

Hehe… can you still see?

Inside these eyes

Who do you reflect, I wonder?

Night blooms and silence spreads

Everything becomes beautiful in my hand

Nothing changes—

Only the decorated truth remains