AISubs v3.7
Unlucky. My heart raised its voice for a moment.
If I drop my glass bottle and it breaks, I can't put it back.
It doesn't matter what's in it.
It's just a black stain that spread over the asphalt.
I don't want to talk about a life I've already lost.
It's only a part of it.
What I got was fragile reality and decorated lies.
I'll pick up the fragments and collect them.
If I talk about it, I'll talk about the future.
It's over, this useless epilogue.
It's too bad it's about to explode.
Instead of taking it in my hands and making sure of it,
if it's not there, then it can't be helped.
It's no one's fault, right?
I can't afford to look back.
Being angry and frustrated are just thoughts.
Don't talk about things you can say now.
Take it to your grave.
If you put it into words, it might be cheap.
Don't talk about the truth that's gone overboard.
There's only self-discrimination in the past.
If you put it into words, it might be a prophecy.
There's a glass bottle in my heart.
I'm keeping it carefully so you can stuff your arms and legs in it.
Don't talk about a life you've already lost.
There's only a fraction of it left.
What you got was a fragile reality and a decorated lie.
Don't talk about things you can say now.
Take it to your grave.
If you put it into words, it might be cheap.
Don't talk about the truth that's gone overboard.
There's only self-discrimination in the past.
If you put it into words, it might be a prophecy.