After you cry, repent, and kneel, it’s now your turn to say that hopeless “I’m sorry”

He hadn't been punished, so he couldn't be reborn. But since he hadn't been punished, this also meant that no one hated him.

Every day is important— both days like today and the ones when I didn't do anything. I'm going to live them here.

You don't want to be by yourself, correct? We are many but you are alone. You hate it, don't you?

Mutual disinterest is easier to swallow. They don't understand his world, so they can't be proud of him.

Everything that I saw from then on, if it was painted in betrayal and hatred, then what do you call this masterpiece?

It still isn't hell. This is still a world worth living in...

I’ll spill out my sadness. Wouldn’t I be better off only looking forward?

I cried in the shape of my dreams.

It's not as if you had killed me, but I hope you do me a favor and feel guilty

All my kisses with you hurt so much when they closed up my throat.

Let's decorate it with cruel love— Glittering, brilliant, spectacular.

You're the victim here- And you're my ruler. Don't leave me here with my guilty conscience, at the very least

You have to grow stronger than me using the sword of a human.

Stay with me until I die. Spoil me and take care of me.

Other people could easily do the same thing as me. People tell me to work harder, but I'm still doing what I can.

Resonating through the magnificent ocean depths, there’s a growing, supportive sympathy. But why when I’m alone do I feel like a fraud?

Why can I use violence on people I don't know, but I can't use it on the woman I hate more than anyone else?!

Even though I'm overflowing with 'wanting to be loved' in my own way, you don't appear. I have this nagging feeling that I'll never see you again...

Midas, show me purity... Take away what's left of me. Let me have a second chance, cleanse my blood to finally let me dance away as I call your name. I'll follow your flame.

You think that I'm childish and embarrassing, don't you?

Ah, I am the beautiful omniscience. The loving mother who birthed you. Those reared on my milk are the brethren of hell.

How many times did I repeat the same mistake? I guess I've been burdened by nothing but trauma.

My inner voice intercepts my brain, berating me as I shamelessly beg for my life.

If you're not able to show me the light, then don't give me anything at all.

Holding hands is probably my own personal symbol of hope...

I wonder how you saw the world from back there. Was it always fun? Could you still see the rainbow?

In the world revealed by that light were people dear to me, in full bloom, I've learned that spring is warm. And so I shed tears for me and for you

SHiNY SWORD MY DiAMOND, a crystallization of my sorrows and desires.

With this kind of body, and this kind of appearance, can I love myself? Can I become your bomb, you, who I have grown to love?

She always used to tell me that her big brother was coming to save us. Surely she deserved to live way more than I ever did.

Oh well... At least Rudy's safe.

My mother loved me. She loved me, loved me, loved me so much... that she was smothered by her love and died. Her violence. Her words. They were all fruit of her excessive love.

The future full of hope that I've depicted countless times faded a little again, contrary to my feelings.

You are a being of the flesh. You need to study reason, like me.

Even this crowd of people I should’ve found unpleasant felt good when I realized what was going on

Everybody finds love in the end

This red, red proof flows so much it hurts, but in the end may we stay together, may we get to smile, may we go on living.

The one and only thing that hasn’t changed is just my childishness and my memories. With the weakness of my heart that clings on forever and ever I will never forget and I will continue to suffer, I guess.

With these cold hands, I bury what I should love. Please accept me. On the perilous walls of my heart sneaks an unreasonable dream

I was close to breaking from the sheer feeling of helplessness, but even then you protected me until the end! I finally realized that just now, but... it's too late, isn't it?

And if none of this means anything then what's my anger for?

A certain word pierces your heart. I compared the fluid that leaked out of the wound to “love”

I'll be able to do this better someday. I think the day will come when I can properly convey my feelings and properly respond to other's feelings without having to bend words and logic to do it.

Becoming your roots, your flower, I can’t make you bloom. Tell me, sitting here alone like this, more about that story of cannibalism. So don't flutter away.

I couldn't give myself enough love to last a lifetime.

I thought I was doing the best I could, but this life is worthless and crowing.

Looking back now, why did I just swallow the pain? Ah, I should have fought back.

Should I cleanse myself of this lust I love so much? Should I wash it away?

Ah, no matter how many times I promise, no matter how many times I pray, in the end, I’m the same person as ever. Even if I sing of love or cling to my nature, I know all along that it’s pointless.