Saku

Where's the fortunate future?

Where does our fortunate future come?

Dick men

Fuck off fuck off

And wipe

(Get back my merrily memory)

Under the sun

To be revealed as if you were to be ridiculed, the disclosure

Of the flow of the red river

You walk the mountain road made of corpses smiling

Again you reach out and ants gather around the lily

Under the sun

People can't redeem have ash, tears, and taciturnity in

Both their hands

What's cruel is that the sun and the moon comes together

Even tomorrow looks away

On the red day you question taciturnity