Chysanthemum
Just as a prophecy,
the light's breezing
lifted my tearful soul
from a past far buried
from my suffering,
burning into the darkness
lying inside my heart.
Just as angels glittering,
falling down in my dreams
and as withering blue flowers,
I was winding away
in the eyes of the moonlight.
And even for these shallow wounds,
it deflects truth and callous lies,
but still you're so miserable and naive,
just like me, nothing but a loner
only looking for death.
Artwork borrowed from: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/80670536