Frut of My Despair

Fruit Of My Despair

The reality surely existed there, so that I might be cornred
I washed it in black again

Since foot prints continue
Since those eyes can be seen
Since we use words
Then here I am
Do I go over again

That's why I keep on pretending that I know nothing
I keep on pretending that I know nothing

Ignorance is a sin
I am so cruel
I have a hope, yet in despair
The fruit of my despair

It's not visible to me. only an impending thing is visible to me
I could only do a mere handful

The reality surely existed there, so that I might be cornred
I washed it in black again

Ambivalence in the stationary darkness

It's not visible to me. only an impending thing is visible to me
I could only do a mere handful
Pass through
I hide myself and let it through
Calmness
However hope is always in this had of mine