In front of my blurry eyes, I am cutting with scissors The east is burning, a butterfly's wing Layered colours, darkness is waiting? What are you thinking in your heart? What are you feeling in your heart? Red is emerging in the sky Melt into the morning, melt into the cloud Melt into the white, melt into the morning Melt into the mirror, the body melting away Melt into the room, the body melting away The pieces of the town cut out by scissors, are disappearing The wind arrives in the meadow Drawing a spiral, I can see the words