I was thinking,
Pondering throughout the whole fuckin' night,
Throughout the whole wearisome day.

Thinking of myself,
Waving feet in the smiling sand,
Seemingly carefree,
No worries, no false cheer,
No one to feign affection,
No one to hold my heart dear,
Only me and my
Thoughtless experience in my mind,
Thinkin' of having no thoughts,
My feet, like withered leaves on a dead tree,
Still waving, but lacking a soul within,
Still vibrant, but devoid of hope.

Thinking of myself,
Dreaming of boundless aspirations,
Yet doing nothing to achieve them,
Only thinking, only dreaming,
No tangible efforts,
No hard work by my side,
Merely desiring the outcome
Without investing the input,
My efforts dissolve like salt in flour,
The value of my endeavors symbolized in emptiness.

Thinking of myself,
Living a life full of existence,
No one to scold, no one to yearn for,
Doing as I please,
Unaware if it's right or wrong,
Nothing can hinder me,
Can't even receive sincere advice,
I am the king of this world,
And I am the entirety of the public,
I am the legislator,
And I am the law's follower,
Yet I am also the lawbreaker,
I am the sharpest shark in this ocean,
I am the sneaky mollusk in this sea,
I am the devourer, and I am devoured.

Suddenly, Tsukuyomi shatters,
I find myself as a fish,
Yearning for water in a dried-up lake,
My thoughts, my desires,
My world with only my rules,
All of them vanished, unknown whereabouts,
I gaze at my own face with a deathly stare,
Why does this happen to me?
I yearn to live like a jet engine,
But why do I always end up with a scooter's pace?
The soul says it was a false dream,
The brain says it was idleness,
Merely showcasing its immensity,
Yet the heart says it was someone's stratagem,
Someone pushing me into a ditch,
To extinguish all my good habits.
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