If I could have one wish
I would wish for an eternal sleep that brings peace.
Because of the monsoon rain,
I fall weak and I love it.

If there ever was a sunny day,
I wouldn’t know it.
Because I am quite the weak human
and I disagree with this life.
I wish to fall in the lake of the city
and let the citizens eat my flesh.

If I could do one thing
I would strengthen the rope that protrudes from my ceiling.
Unfinished documents on my scraped desk
they remind me of why I hate who I am.
The monsoon rain can’t stop
and the beat never stops.

If there ever was a sunny day,
I wouldn’t know it.
Because I wish to no longer be human.
Because I wish to become one of the daemon?
Because I am tired.
Yes, I disagree with this life.

Alas, I adjust my attire for my ruler
as to not threaten the quality of this worthless value.
Grabbing the documents, finished, I leave
and enter my daily hell.
These grey suits drain me
These grey suits tempt me.

I let go~
…

If there ever was a sunny day,
I didn’t live to see it.
Because I was foolish.
Because I was selfish.
Because I was stupid.
Yes, I loved this life,
but I claimed it for the value of the taxman.
Why would I do such a thing?
Monsoon rains seem to understand.

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