In front of my blurry eyes, I am cutting with scissors
The east is burning, a butterfly's wing
Layered colours, darkness is waiting?
What are you thinking in your heart?
What are you feeling in your heart?
Red is emerging in the sky
Melt into the morning, melt into the cloud
Melt into the white, melt into the morning
Melt into the mirror, the body melting away
Melt into the room, the body melting away
The pieces of the town cut out by scissors, are disappearing
The wind arrives in the meadow
Drawing a spiral, I can see the words