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raison d'etre raison d'etre The pain of rubbing my back up the wrong way somehow makes my heart rotting.*Connected to this body, I see another person's detestable dream Tonight again the morphine has no effect. To dance Invalid manifestation of toxicity The frequent agony somehow makes my heart rotting. My hated bound is being tied to mortal live. Tonight again the morphine has no effect. To dance Invalid It's not ended now. Raison d'etre, say yet. What I'm deciding is not destiny. The red thread is the connecting thing.** What I'm deciding is not destiny. Until the pulsation vanishes... The tempered*** body has again no destiny in these fragments Before I become stardust which shines on someone Raison d'etre, say yet. What I'm deciding is not destiny. The red thread is the connecting thing. What I'm deciding is not destiny. Until the pulsation vanishes... The door. ______________________________________________ *lit = is somehow starting the decay of my heart ** 'the red thread' is often used as a metaphor for one's destiny or fate in relation to someone or something. ***= he uses an uncommon Kanji here (mushi) which either means to temper or bug, insect |