Cold, dark green earth 
with no one's eyes far, 
far away Black soil, 
broken roots, stones, sand, quartz. 

 I found myself there, in a warm family ideal 
The sky, the sky, the sky, and look, 
no matter how hard I polish the matches, 
they never stick. 
 
Complaining, complaining, complaining...
 I can't see it, I can't say it 
I can't reach you I don't know you 
There is no you 

In a whirlpool of confusion and dissatisfaction that I try not to show to the outside world 
or anyone else I pretended not to see the round, hot mass overflowing a little 

Now that hollow is still 
waiting to be filled.
I'm waiting for you, 
just waiting

マユタ