The warmth of the hand I hold is scarierThan the fear of struggling in the darkness.Tomorrow will come, whether I wish for it or not.Do you say it’s foolish to just hope?To shout love in a sea where my feet can’t touchIs as ambiguous as the weather tomorrow.Here is the end of the world.Here is the end of the void.Can you still hear it now?Do not use the sword you grip for death.Do not turn the trigger into a tool of intimidation.Do not sacrifice your limited life as a price.You should just wish for your own tomorrow.You should gaze at the value that only you can see.
