I will give this filthy life to you. Consume it.
You have always been wishing, that you’ll be able to live doing ballet gracefully.
I bestow one milk and bread to you and gently brush your eyelids.
The temperature of my fingers begins to overflow, your future has always…
Steps lovely to the point of trembling are what the revolution would change
I want to try to live for someone, but there is no tomorrow for us
The meaning of a memory, a garden of bouquets, though the frightening person is no longer here
I bestow one milk and bread to you and gently brush your eyelids.
The temperature of my fingers begins to overflow; I thought your future would last.
It’s your fault that I’m broken
It’s your fault that I’m saved
You said you wanted to be consumed by a whale
I’m forgetting your name already.
I want to try to live for someone, but there is no tomorrow for us
Ash on the veranda, a machine of bouquets, you want to be consumed by a whale.
You consume your life and live, but there is no tomorrow for us.