I lower my breath alone
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Alone, it wouldn't occur to me to connect to someone else
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My repressed heart sobbed loudly... didn't it?
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The square patch of sky I gaze at from the bottom of a box transforms deeply to white, blue, red, black
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If they are in reach should I reach out my hand, they will knock
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A place to return home to that I lacked
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And the precious memories that I lacked
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For the first time, it's occurred to me that I want to protect someone
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An unhesitating "Welcome home," a hesitant "I'm home"
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What was thrown inside the box was death and light, smiles, freedom, and such is very awkward, and
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The depths of my heart are clamoring loud enough that even fate may be changed
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Even if my demise should approach
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Even if, for example, the time I go back to being alone comes
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The sky I surveyed upon breaking the box was
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The wish I seized upon smashing the box was
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That I would sire infinite strength by your side, and it would resemble the stars that illuminate one, two, three nights
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Say, the truth is, I've been waiting, haven't I? For the sound of their footfalls
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