E11-1（ ↔P16 ）

My heart no longer beats It broke and ended back then Scooping up the remnants of what lingered I pretended to move, walking only to falter Stopping, then scooping up what flowed again Gathering it, clinging desperately to the present The world says If there's a law that draws similar things together Then what drives people to strike each other Is what I cherished until the end I am what has ended Like a pest drawn to its own kind My heart still clings stubbornly Longing to revel in this life But it's no use It can only decay now The world says Since I'll be buried here and fade away Please, I beg you, look the other way As if you saw nothing at all