E15（↔P20）

Withered and worn Swaying faintly Neither the glimmer of transience Nor beauty remains Withered, sleepless, lost Things dwelling within seem to gasp What matters is the heavy chorus of money, money Despair is laid bare No time to weaken is granted From morning till noon From noon to three o'clock Then to the next job Before noon, collapsing Again at dawn, rushing out Fragile, cute Honest, spoiled, tender Strong, beautiful, perfect May someone gentle discover you Support you, love you, happy ending Real or unreal So many breaths to exhale So many threads to connect So many paths, so many Spreading, tangling, free So free, yet It feels heavy It feels sickening That's just how it is It hurts. It's not like I'm fine I want to disappear Not die, but vanish Vanish, erase, this cage-like sediment Unbreakable, strong Trouble-free, skilled Flowing like a sieve, swish swish I thought I'd lost love But it was just my own delusion