Translated…
What sort of a face, that kept, disturbing my inner peace? They’d pushed forth the smaller waves, and, as those smaller waves accumulated, they’d become this HUGE tidal wave, and I am having troubles, estimating when they will recede like the tides.
Someone lit up the cannons in the midst of this chaos, some called out, that they’re going to cut those traditional umbilical cords, some had used an assortment of tilted beliefs and thoughts, to try to sway the public. Even the streets, they’d become, too altered easily as well, everything IS changing, showing the varied faces in super speed, making us all, distracted, not knowing what to focus our eyes on.
A lot of people had caused the society to get ill, but NONE of them would admit to it, a lot of them said, that they’re working hard, for the sake of their offspring, even for the sake of their children’s offspring, a lot of others are rash about claiming one’s own beliefs, not giving the right kind of dosage, to treat the varied conditions. A lot of people are nervous, agitated, wanted to break through everything. They don’t CARE about how to rebuild after the destructions, some of them hit themselves hard on the chest, banged their heads against the walls, some of them laughed hysterically, and cried like hell, they bit off reality, to try to find their dreams. And so, some were dragged onto the streets, to show OFF the naked bodies, and, they’d started writing defaming words on the bodies. These individuals wanted nothing more than to find a hole to crawl into, or be like the ostriches, burying their heads in the sands. Oceans appeared inside their minds, oceans, filled with dead fishes. They no longer have the strengths to chew, or, they will, BITE off their own tongues, to prevent themselves, to say things against their better conscience, they regret, not hiding out in their homes, closing the doors, and barring the windows, locking themselves up, safe and sound, inside their houses, and forgetting the blood, guts, and gory that’s happening on the outside.
Regretting, estimating, dragging their heavy feet, stepped over endless dead bodies, the ashes that remained, after the city’s been burned to the ground, along with the scattered ashes in the wind, of your brothers, the hearts and mind, and the hard work, put in by my parents. Fine, fine, the songs of sorrows sounded off all around, everything became withered, because of it all, in between the broken shingles, and the withering vines, you’d hear, the gentle sobbing of man.
And so, this, is what it’s like, after a tragic accident, like the explosion at the amusement park, and the ones left to carry on are still the ones who didn’t die, and the families of those who were killed.
Life, the Obstacle Course 