"In the human world, who lives,"
"if not as if in a competition?"
"I won't cry, for I have no dignity left to abandon,"
"When, someday, those dreams,"
"become debts in the sea of people."
"Don't be sad, let it go,"
"This song is a gift."
The crystal-clear voice, with its sad melody, was paired with lyrics marred by mottled scars. It plunged like a knife into the hearts of all who were listening, cutting to the quick and painfully touching their very souls.
"Damn, isn't this song a bit too real?"
"It's so suffocating to listen to. I feel like I can barely breathe!"
"Her singing this song is like an angel performing the sorrows of the human world, not the sorrows themselves singing."
"Gossip cuts deeper than a sharp knife, and human hearts are mostly unfathomable depths. Only those who have experienced it can truly empathize, and only by feeling it can one reconcile with oneself."
