You spin a thread of lies
You thought the small world was everything
Hurting anything that came near
You thought the sky was a square 'This is the best it could ever get ...' You said,
But that's a lie
Gaudy, your figure appears lonely
A bird of paradise engages you in a conversation
'Take a butterfly's wings and come over here ...
Over here, everything is just what you want.'
Pink Spider
'I want to go'
Pink Spider
'I want wings'
Not listening to the captured butterfly's pleas for its life
You stare at the sky
'I don't hurt you out of hatred ...
But I don't have wings, and the sky is too high.'
'Go ahead and use my wings, spider.
But you, who don't know the pain of continuously flying
Will realise someday that you were flying in a cage,
And calling that freedom.'
Can't fly well with borrowed wings
Falling down head over heels
Pink Spider
'Now it's hopeless'
Pink Spider
'Although the sky is visible'
Pink Spider
'I'm a failure'
Pink Spider
'I want wings'
Over in the sky
You can see the birds going south
'Let's try to fly one more time
And cut up this thread in my own jet
As soon as this cloud passes by ...'
Pink Spider
The sky is calling you
Pink Spider
Pink Spider
A pink coloured cloud is now drifting across the sky ...
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