くらやみのまゆ

I am floating in the midst of darkness.

There is nothing here.

There is nothing here.

There is no sound, nor light...

...and no voices blaming me.

That is why I'm here.

Entrusting everything to this soothing, womb-like darkness, I am drowning.

Into that darkness, a blue light shines down.

Having given all to that crushing void of black, I am unable to bear that brightness, turning my face away.

I can hear someone's voice.

Any voice that calls my name...

...is surely another voice, blaming me.

A voice blaming me, the one who killed her own father.

As if in frustration, I wriggle my body and slap that hand away.

The voice chases after me.

I have to...

I have to plunge deeper, or else.

Into a deeper darkness, where no one's voice will reach.

The voice grows distant, and I find a shred of peace.

If I stay here, I'll surely be okay.

That's why I'm going to stay here...

Stay here, forever and ever...