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—罪人:告白—
t s u m i b i t o : c o n f e s s i o n
⎡ 1 ⎦
I am a blind man.
Wasted are my eyes, directions I do not hear.
In the world with walls that I cannot see, I walk in an invisible straight line. Pits I have stumbled into, rocks I have tripped upon. Haystacks I have toppled, stone walls I have pushed without prevail. Angels I have called demons, demons I have believed.
Wasted are my eyes, directions I do not hear.
I can not see the light.
I can not feel what I can not see.
I can not grasp what I can not feel.
I am a blind man.
⎡ 2 ⎦
I am a walker of life.
I have never stopped, and I will never stop.
My eye is my map — a path I see, a path I will take.
Turn back, and Taboo awaits! My belief holds strong, and I refuse to look back.
I do not think of a destination, for I do not have a destination. A path I see, a path I will take.
I have never stopped, and I will never stop.
I am a walker of life.
⎡ 3 ⎦
I am a stray.
I am a lost one.
I have diverted from the Grace, and I have lost my Truth.
I question Identity, and reject Reality.
Orders I start to question, and Authority I ignore.
I return to the child me, who disobeys the unconditional love and guidance of parents.
Tired and hopeless, I hallucinated a false light, and walks away from the invisible straight path I used to follow.
From an unknown path, I have delved into another unknown path.
In the unknown world, I walk in an invisible straight line. Pits I stumble into, rocks I trip upon. Haystacks I topple, stone walls I push without prevail. Angels I call demons, demons I believe.
I was a blind man. And I am still a blind man.
The paths that I see with my blind eye are false paths.
My blind belief holds me back from turning around. I have never turned around before! I have always been able to move forward! I do not think of destinations, for I have none.
Is there any right track for no destination?
I do not think of right paths. When I see a path, I will take a path.
If there is no pathway at the end of my track, then so be it.
I will make my own track, or die trying.
I was a walker of life. And I am still a walker a life.
I am a blind walker of life.
In the life that I walk, I reject reality, and trap myself in a false paradise.
What is my name? Who do I belong? Where did I come from? I have no idea!
My hallucination ends, and the false light disappears without trace.
I need to go back, but I cannot go back!
I am blind, I cannot see my way!
I walk forward, I do not backtrack my way!
I have strayed too far, I will not make it back without an able guide!
I was a blind man. And I am still a blind man.
I was a walker of life. And I am still a walker of life.
I am a stray.
Until I hear the voice of the Grace calling for me, I will be a stray.
