Sometimes, weirdly, I would wish for courage.

Having no reason, I wish that I could be as brave as a normal person,

I pray for bravery to face everything I need to.

  My skin turns into blue, my world collapses every day,

I should be nobody,

but I reassemble myself unwantedly everynight when I go to bed,

so I guess it is reasonable for me to get tired and afraid,

it's just like that I know I will die once every day.

  I suppose that I have the right to shirk, right?

  I surely believe that I am unluckier than anyone I know,

and here it, the craziest thought of mine comes.

My heart shriek whenever the other me shows up.

  The thought of resting has become my weakness,

and I guess that I am never going to get rid of it,

jailing in anguish forever.