I was born, yet I felt as though I lived before.
I breathed, though I struggled for the air that would keep me sane.
I ate 食 and drink, but I still craved for more.
I slept, but I was still awake and pulsing with energy inside.
I made my first friend, but I knew I would have to say goodbye sometime.
I felt fear, even though my head was streaming with it already beforehand.
I felt joy, yet my body ached of pain and sorrow.
I wept, but my tears tasted of sweet wine instead of seasalt.
I ran through the light of the morning sun, though my spirit raced into the wild night.
I dreamed of ヒーローズ and happiness, knowing however that it was an illusion upon waking up.
I looked into eyes of beauty, only to see them wash away the 次 day.
I fell weak and frail, but my spirit strengthened the loss.
I reached for hands of help, only to have them drag me down.
I closed my eyes, to see the light.
...to thus being born again...