Someday my death will come;[1] I will face it as though I knew it was coming. Once all other [options] have been used up I will defeat everything before me.
I bid my heart be quiet. A piece of paper [falls] beneath my heel. In my left hand: a blade; in my right hand: a mirror.[2]
The length of my life has been measured and cut, but I bid my feelings be bright. Reason gave birth to machines; machines match well with reason. Towards the road that will bring me to victory.
Rather than grieving for a past I cannot return to Or inquiring about a future I cannot grasp I want to get close to my unsettled heart. While I am still living in this world I will cultivate my heart.
I ask myself where I should leave my own wishes behind. I hold the longsword at eye-level.
Thoughts from the other day join the things I cut away. If dew that reflects the light of the moon could linger, the eye in my heart would open.
Rather than grieving for a past I cannot return to Or inquiring about a future I cannot grasp I want to get close to my unsettled heart. While I am still living in this world I'll cultivate my heart.
Thoughts from the other day join the things I cut away. If dew that reflects the light of the moon could linger, the eye in my heart would open.
Rather than grieving for a past I cannot return to Or inquiring about a future I cannot grasp I want to get close to my unsettled heart. While I am still living in this world...
My death will come around at any rate; I will face it as though I had been waiting for it. Once all other [options] have been used up I will defeat everything before me. Towards completing my soul.
Someday my death will come;[1] I will face it as though I knew it was coming. Once all other [options] have been used up I will defeat everything before me.
I bid my heart be quiet. A piece of paper [falls] beneath my heel. In my left hand: a blade; in my right hand: a mirror.[2]
The length of my life has been measured and cut, but I bid my feelings be bright. Reason gave birth to machines; machines match well with reason. Towards the road that will bring me to victory.
Rather than grieving for a past I cannot return to Or inquiring about a future I cannot grasp I want to get close to my unsettled heart. While I am still living in this world I will cultivate my heart.
I ask myself where I should leave my own wishes behind. I hold the longsword at eye-level.
Thoughts from the other day join the things I cut away. If dew that reflects the light of the moon could linger, the eye in my heart would open.
Rather than grieving for a past I cannot return to Or inquiring about a future I cannot grasp I want to get close to my unsettled heart. While I am still living in this world I'll cultivate my heart.
Thoughts from the other day join the things I cut away. If dew that reflects the light of the moon could linger, the eye in my heart would open.
Rather than grieving for a past I cannot return to Or inquiring about a future I cannot grasp I want to get close to my unsettled heart. While I am still living in this world...
My death will come around at any rate; I will face it as though I had been waiting for it. Once all other [options] have been used up I will defeat everything before me. Towards completing my soul.