Winds carrying me...
Over the bridge...
Drowning my life before my eyes...
I can see why disaster is so distasteful...
...
The rain isn't the same as it used to be...
I feel like glass is shredding me alive with no casket...
Black roses are rising like pillars...
But unawareness is the true killer...
That's why I can see...
How disaster moves like molten rocks...
...
Lethal is the knife life gave me...
And it's stained with tragedy...
Every day and night...
That's why I see...
Disaster doesn't like me...
...
It never liked me...
But how smooth it can be...
Like an autumn melody...
The sun cheering from the background...
Illuminating auburn auroras within the leaves...
Dancing winds carry silent quotes that we never hear...
...
And that's why...
Disaster exist...
Between the realms of me and everyone..
So we can blossom tulips in the garden.