I have lived honestly without deceiving anybody.
However I want to escape reality
What cannot be attained
A past that cannot be told to people
Myself, who wants to cry but laughs instead
A dream spun by all of the above
Is it reality
Is it fiction
In between both
Vague, However, what is seen is portrayed in detail, and I can never forget it
In a forest that does not exist, I will always continue to seek a rescuing light
There is hope even in imagination
This is a reproduction of the dream I saw
when I was a child.
Night to lose important something.
I can not forget the scene at that time.
I began to dream.
Even though it is a dream, I can not forget the feeling in my hand.
I walk in the forest to escape from hatred.
I walk in the forest seeking freedom.
I walk in the forest seeking people to embrace me.
It is like asking for light in the dark.