Atop Their Corpses Flowers Will Bloom
The trees by the side of the road are dyed in the red of fake ignorance. The cold weather above leaves me feeling betrayed.If you close your ears to the news, filled with tragedy as it is, you’ll miss the sound of the train as it leaves. Oh Lord, forgive us our sins.In the wintry town of Asahi, my mother wore a horrified face as a bomber launched just off the peaceful coast nearby.Our lives and daydreams are the husks of worldliness and escapism.
Since the dawn of humanity, roughly seven million years ago, where have the bodies of all those who surely died gone?Suppose they’re buried beneath the earth. Then surely the town you live in, and any place on Earth you set foot are each their own graveyard.It might not be a pleasant thought, but it made me feel a whole lot better. Both high-rise and apartment buildings become the gravestones.Won’t you take apart my depression and sadness? And my memories too.
Though it may not be pretty, the bud of a tiny flower bloomed.It only affirms your awkwardness. Live like you don’t have a choice, and never let yourself be named.Whether the trash thrown out on garbage day, those who wound up dying in lament, even the dreams of people that never got the chance to come true,All without question return to the earth. And after, atop their corpses flowers will bloom.
The town would soon strive to drive away the night, and so under the moon-filled night, a violent fire roared.With the lit windows and street lamps, along with all the city lights, the town has finally driven off its loneliness.So why does my solitude feel so much worse now than when I wandered through the countryside alone at night?I wonder if it started when I began comparing other’s lives to my own.
Though it may not be pretty, when these shallow friends of mine laugh,It only affirms my failures. I’m not here of my own choosing. I’ve no shame or honor to stake.Whether the one I held in my arms, all of the sneers carried by the wind, even all the victories you earned that I never praised,All without question return to the earth. And after, atop their corpses flowers will bloom.
Even if people build on what was once a battleground, even if flowers are offered at the scene of a tragedy,Even if countless trees continue to flourish in the lost town, even if insects swarm the offering to my late grandad,Laugh even when in the midst of a life of solitude. Sing even when farewells only last but a moment.On nights when you cry over the rotting life in your arms, walk the well-trodden path as you offer a eulogy to life.
Though it may not be pretty, if fate can keep on laughing today,It only affirms mankind’s arrogance. Live like you’re trying to run away from your inescapable fate.Whether the days we laughed together, the pain of the times that we lost, even these lives of ours that could be cut off at any moment,All without question return to the earth. And after, atop their corpses flowers will bloom.