Sleeping face down on the desk
You can see a crimson notebook next to your arm,
Did he feel my gaze upon the writing inside?
Soon you opened your eyes and said.
"I think so. I read it.
This article... I wrote it."
"I just thought it was a little sad."
"That crow is so stupid.
Why, even though you know you're going to burn out?
Are you looking at the sun?
I wrote it, but even I can't understand it.
I thought you might be the real fool.
that crowThat's the country
sunThis is you
Why don't you know?
Even in the writings you write unconsciously
We were together.
We were together, but we couldn't be together.
Even in writing...
With a quiet smile and a lonely voice
The atmosphere dropped to my ankles at my words of sadness.
Did you find my serious expression funny?
He laughed, covering his mouth.
Damn, why do you laugh through the window?
A pleasant breeze came in
As it brushes past your hair and cheek...
I wanted to see that smile a little more
If I look at it any further, it's like the crow you wrote.
I felt like I was going to burst, so I made an excuse to go to the bathroom.
I ran out.
To a place where the sun doesn't shine as much as possible...
To the most remote place...
To a place where the sun that burns me cannot see me
I ran in one step.
"I almost burned down."
I ran away because I thought I would be burned by the light you were emitting.
I almost died
It's a shame that I can't capture more of it...
As soon as I recognized that feeling, I
I will become a crow
It was stabbed in the chest.