A layer of darkness

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Convergence fantasy, harsh reality.

Truth is not tolerated, and happiness is not acquiesced.

What was once desperately guarded,

Now it no longer exists.

can't even do their most important mission,

What justice am I going to talk about?

Get up strong again and again,

But he was pushed to the ground again and again,

Cruel fate tramples the heart,

Hope was smashed into dust again and again.

I don't want to protect the world, I just want to protect you.

Justice? Wish? Belief?

It's all nonsense for me,

If God had eyes,

Why do I lose again and again?

Friends, family, brothers, teachers,

All are far from me,

What do I use to calm myself down?

If the truth exists, why is it so unfair to me?

What am I doing wrong? What exactly is being done wrong?

I walk above the thorns,

numb yourself with darkness and pain,

Hide the true heart of goodness with blood and death,

The splendor of my soul will be far away from me.

I'm not afraid of being spurned by all people,

I'd rather be willing to fall,

I don't want to die slowly in the wilderness.

A dead silence, a hollow,

Goodwill was also hidden in the bloody rain.

Cover up feelings, extinguish justice,

Become Satan, incarnate Shura,

Incarnate a fallen angel with folded wings,

Just to give yourself a place to survive.

Yet day after day,

I'm struggling deep inside,

Ask for a trusted person,

Will warm my heart,

Longing for a voice of justice,

Take my true nature back,

Looking forward to a bright figure,

Redeem my soul.

-- Dean Capone

Double hollow

Who am I?

What kind of person am I......

Blood, rendering the sky,

Wails, shouts, resounded in the sky.

Is this really what I want......

When I slash one life after another,

When blood gushes and defiles my soul,

When the spirit of sin pervades me,

Under that cold gaze,

But there is a trace of heartache hidden,

But there is a trace of mercy hidden,

The smell of blood,

flooded my brain,

Chilly winds,

It stung my soul.

Is this really me......

I used to be the guardian of the star of Heruka,

I used to be a symbol of light,

I made a promise that I would save the star of Heruka,

I, must let war and distraction,

Disappear from this world.

But the result?

Bathed in bloody rain, I have changed.

It's completely changed.

My hands are stained with blood,

I have committed many sins,

I have created purgatory on earth,

I became a Shura, I became a demon,

I am the messenger of death, synonymous with death,

Is this really what I want......

I've lost time and time again,

has been abandoned by happiness again and again,

I was in deep despair.

But now?

I let more and more people,

Or live like me,

Experiencing a reality as cruel as I am,

This kind of me, like the people who ruined my family back then,

What's the difference?

Heh, hehe,

used to pretend to be indifferent, pretended to be strong,

How noble is your soul,

He looked down on all things in the world and looked down on death.

I have seen countless lives pass away,

I thought I was used to the breath of death.

But what about in the end?

When countless dead spirits surround me,

I'm still condemned from the inside,

I'm doing that, right, exactly?

It's become commonplace,

But when he saw them die at his own hand,

My heart is still shaken,

I'm afraid of myself, I'm afraid of myself,

will turn into a complete executioner,

This, has long been off track,

What exactly do I want......

Strength? Homeland? Affection?

Or, just someone who can understand themselves?

This, the world is so big,

Where is your home......

Or, that kind of place, for yourself,

It's just an extravagant hope......

-- Dean Capone

Triple reincarnation

I, like sand scattered in the field,

can no longer recall the past,

Countless nights,

I'm thinking, what exactly do I want?

I live in endless reincarnation,

I was stuck in the mire and couldn't help myself.

Light and shadow are intertwined, flowers bloom and fall,

In the endless darkness,

Reincarnation, waiting,

Wait for a figure to take me away.

I fell deeper and deeper into the darkness,

I'm constantly hovering on the brink of death,

The flowers on the other side, the blood-colored lakeside,

Cover up the righteousness of your heart,

The Walking Dead are alive,

Revenge becomes elusive.

The innocent smile of the past,

has been burned by the flames of war,

All that is left is coldness and grief.

My innocence is long gone,

In its place, there is a smell of killing.

Fate, reincarnation, era,

Day after day, year after year,

I'm tired, reincarnated in fighting and killing.

-- Dean Capone

Quadruple brilliance

Are you the one who came to save me?

You, did you deliver me from the darkness?

Why? Want to save me?

Why? To save this fallen soul?

You are a symbol of light,

You are an angel in heaven,

Standing on the skyline of the clouds,

Stretch out your hand, the light of the rising sun,

Hanging over me, the filth of my heart.

Purification, Salvation, Awakening,

My heart longs to take the first step,

Everyone who is in darkness,

All yearn for a piece of light,

A piece of light that belongs to your own heart.

Far from the hustle and bustle, only silence,

A world that can hold me.

The savior of my dreams,

Is that you?

The paradise of my fantasies,

Did you give it?

You are my radiance,

I am short of the light, only one of you.

Even though I'm still in the dark,

But I was relieved.

-- Dean Capone

Fivefold Dilemma

We are destined to be alone,

You are a symbol of light,

It is the light of righteousness,

And I, just a depraved wreckage,

It's a misty ghost,

You are the lotus flower on the top of the snowy mountain,

And I'm just the flower of death on the other side.

Insurmountable boundaries,

Who can break,

Stopped by fate,

Will we be able to meet again?

Are we parallels?

Or are we not on the same plane at all?

Meet the right person at the wrong time,

Is it fate that makes people? Or am I remorseful?

However, in front of Tianhe,

We can do it, but we can only say goodbye.

If the heavens want me to die,

Why give me hope?

If the heavens want me to be born,

Why smash it?

The wings of hope turned to dust,

My heart was in turmoil.

What exactly am I doing wrong?

Loneliness and death have always surrounded me.

What exactly should I do?

in order to be freed from the abyss of sin.

Stay in the dark?

Now I will still be Shura.

Towards the light?

Where will I be kept?

Will you take me, the man with blood on his hands?

What qualifications do I have?

Longing for the presence of light.

In a dilemma, the rebels are leaving,

Darkness and light are forcing me to decide.

I.........

How, exactly?

-- Dean Capone

Six times relieved

Light and shadow, black and white,

Is it really that important?

What is positive? What is evil?

Who can give it boundaries?

I'm so tired, I'm so tired.

No matter how my heart escapes,

I'm still in the dark.

Some people are always ashamed to speak,

Hopefully I'll turn back.

Hehe, hehe, ridiculous,

They all look at me through the eyes of an outsider,

Look at the pressure that weighed me down.

I wanted to abandon the darkness, but I couldn't.

My hands are already covered with blood,

I can't, look at my loved ones anymore,

Because of my betrayal.

If you hate me, have mercy on me,

I don't care anymore,

Dream, to wake up,

When I woke up, I still had nothing.

Loneliness is where I belong,

Those who love me, and those whom I love,

I'm about to fail,

But I don't want it,

I beg your forgiveness,

Because, I know deep down,

My sin is unforgivable in your eyes.

If there were angels,

Why am I still alive in the barren world?

If the Promised Land of Light really exists,

But why do I feel so desperate about it?

Therefore, I will not ask for any more,

will not believe it anymore,

I've looked down, I've been relieved,

My Savior is only myself.

Don't worry anymore, don't look forward anymore,

I am who I am, the demon of the mind.

Tears, slipping from the corners of my eyes,

Is it your guidance, or is it your loss?

I, really,

Don't you live in a noisy corner anymore......

――――― Dean Capone