text: I peel off my frail consciousness
  Slowly so my footsteps making a sound
  I become ash, scattering into little pieces
  Its only this, nothing more...
  Without a trace
  The feeling that Im aware of my ignorance
  Is more cowardice than helplessness
  Crawling into the bottom of my mixed consciousness
  I ask my subconsciousness...
  I cannot see the lotus right before my eyes
  Burying your breath in the still season
  You, who waited for help, got wet
  The withered song you cannot hear anymore
  Has no exceptions; Im crying
  The tears I shed for my loss
  Will also flow when you are pulled down by sadness
  So that I dont have to watch someone else die without help
  I close my eyelids
  My body thats entwined within the spiral
  Is slowly, slowly twisting
  In my throat, there are thousands of questions I want to ask;
  For me, what can I save?
  The lotus is dying right before my eyes
  Burying your breath in the still season
  You, who waited for help, got wet
  The withered song you cannot hear anymore
  Has no exceptions; Im crying
  Like a dense fog clearing up
  Like a proof of existence that wont disappear
  If this song reaches you
  Youll probably think its hypocrisy
  Burying your breath in the still season
  You, who waited for help, got wet
  Like my raised voice you can no longer hear
  I know my sins cant be restored