lost patience the masochist's blood runs in my veins I wait for
you, the sadist
If I can with the poison of baiser
because of deep sorrow, I cannot see virtue you are the last mother
in order that the buried memory was not noticed the first mother
even if the watch spins counter clockwise the sin committed cannot
change
the first and last person who understood me is burned into my memory

see me hateful strongly and then kindly, a forced decision
to you, I can say nothing
the creaking sound of skin is painful let's deepen the wound
deeply jealous, are you always so coldhearted?
the abusive times of childhood even now I don't want to forget
why isn't mother here? Tell me...

Someday I'll realise kindness inside the "cradle"-like mother....

because of pathos, I cannot see before me with my last mother
At least in order that you will not notice the first mother
even if the watch spins counter clockwise the sin committed cannot
change
the first and last person who understood me is destroyed
were you too gentle to me? A projection of a trauma from long ago
I broke the final you am I a sadist?