because you said it.
so i keep it in mind lightly…
so i listen to it.
feels so close to the hell’s gate.
right in front of it,
i feel no fear.
it has no adequate light,
it is cool but not cold
it is unbright but no dust, no dirt
it is gloom, but i’m calm
there is no sound, no any beings what-so-over
surrounded by unfamiliarities, tranquil and static
how long should i stay here
can i be forever, could not i leave as i like ?
i create an imaginary view through the chants,
i do not remember my previous lives, so i consider those are merely a belief
i do not expect a next life, if repetitive laughters and sadness keep occuring,
so, just here, in front of the hell’s gate is just fine.
why do you stand there ?
refuse to come to me ?
is it better there ?
am i standing on a pitiful place ?
no matter how many white clouds up on the sky
i guess the dark night paint them all black
if to cry, eyes turn red, sky turns blood
God is one, but He is like two-faced coin.
getting used to believe He is good, all good.
there will be times I believe I am wrong.
It is not about good or bad,
it is about deserve or not deserve.
she is crying inside, no matter how he is trying to cheer her up
his sounds are just like that penetrates the concrete walls.
AS MUCH AS I AM SAD, ANGRY,
AS HIGH AS I AM HAPPY, JOYFUL,
I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO TRADE ALL OF THEM WITH DEATH,
IF ONLY DEATH IS ONLY DEATH, NO HEAVEN, NO HELL, NO GOD.