I remember the days when the world still blushed before my eyes,
When I was a child who watched the sunsets and only asked what, never why.
The horizon was an open wound, oh, so full of light;
My naivety pressed its fingers in, mistaking wonder for right.

Each question only brought me closer to what I thought was paradise.
But when you know the name of evil, you realize you've already paid the price.
I fed my innocence to the machinery that makes the world go round,
But the words of love that I was made to learn never made a sound.

I tried to return, but ignorance does not protect, it only devours.
So I ran into the passageways of my mind, ready to waste away my hours.
On the head of loneliness, the monarch placed his crown,
and whispered, “When you reject life, the only road is down.”

My Chiaki, you are the constant that keeps me from running away,
the last star above the abyss, telling me that faith and madness are one and the same.
If knowledge is poison, then let life itself be the cure for my pain;
I will live so the questions the child once asked shall never be in vain.