Rubra

God, oh God,
Please just end it now.
This heart that almost died has already lost its chance to live.

With nowhere to go, the pure white snow covers everything.
I lost my right leg after being devoured by you.

Look, it’s time to sleep,
With my eyes wide open.
I just want to sleep in the warmth of Mom's handkerchief.

Happiness always comes with a catch,
So I look back, remembering the past.

Tomorrow, the day after, and beyond,
I ask myself, "Am I happy?"

Mom's white hood, a keepsake, turned blood red that night.
After selling my misfortune, someone called out to me,
"Were you having a bad dream? Come here, it’s okay."

On a night with swirling powdery snow,
There are three footprints.
In this picture of happiness, I can’t be found.

You were just so warm,
But "gentle lies were the beginning of my fear."