A-ra-ra-gi

Countless limits and a grasp of power too. All put together is what I am. Countless modesty, a grasp of reality. All put together is what I am. Until when? Until when? Until when does sorrow and fortune live off of other? Until when? Until when? Until when does it repeat? “Bloom.” “Wither.” “A-ra-ra-gi”yo... Apologizing takes more courage and tenderness than simply getting mad. Being warm takes more power and a bigger heart deep inside than being cold. I make a recall, I make a recall, of those tender words that she said. I make a recall, I make a recall, of those smiles she often put on. If I can wrap myself with tenderness someday. If I can get to like myself as well someday.