Tera Kira - この傷は前世の詩

I have long forgotten
The wound in my heart
The wind has passed by
Leaving only a wall of silence

The scab and callus
Hardens and thickens
Painless and itchless
Like a wall, like a stone, like an ancient monument

Youth is like the scenery outside the window that keeps receding
Like the sound traces that the needle rolls over and rotates repeatedly

That day the spring breeze passed by
The scent of grass after the rain gently slid across the fingertips
The knight with a knife appeared on the street corner
Steady steps
The sword light tumbled and the knife shadow was like a flower

Who will break the wasteland in my heart
Who will cut open the silent night

The scar that has never cracked
Begins to tremble
Like a whispered poem flying out of the darkness

Little by little, inch by inch
Flowing out
Blood dyed red Dust also dyes this silent dusk red

If this injury is a poem from a previous life, I wish to get drunk again in thousands of cups and glasses

There will be a time to ride the wind and waves
I use blood as ink
What I wrote is just
A poem that no one can take away

The blood drips quietly
Dyeing the dust red
Also dyeing this silent dusk red