I was covered in false images, just like God
You give me the creeps
Pretending to know how I really feel
Even if I grasped something and used it to destroy the illusion
And cool my feelings, it would be sheer stupidity I won’t pay attention to small fry
For one such as I, affecting composure, to speak
Is because I become angry easily, watching hawk-like for my chance

"That's just your conceit, right?"
I know you're right, but like-

My breaths will surely grow smoky and appear on the things blocking my view
They say that praying to be loved is a sin
It has such a sweet scent
Oncе we drink up the rippling cider, lеt’s say goodbye

My thoughts have dried up. Where’s God in that?
My rage and other such things vanished long ago
But though I perform my act, I’m ignorant
Still, this story is still going
Because I wish for it to reach you
I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell
Because I am prepared to receive your disappointment
I summoned the spring storm and then cried. My heart was wounded
"That's just your conceit, right?"
I know your right but like-

My breaths will surely grow smoky and appear on the things blocking my view
They say that praying to be loved is a sin
It has such a sweet scent
Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye

I summoned you on purpose. I died—my heart rotted to nothing

"That's just your conceit, right?''
I know your right but like-
I told you, dummy
I just want to breathe out my smoke
And see you wake up
They say that praying to be loved is a sin
It has such a sweet scent
Once we drink up the rippling cider, let’s say goodbye
We’ll say goodbye and if we fall in love again, let’s smile together