You said from the window of hotel .
For me,just like a cheap glasswork.
It might have been seen a vivid color in your eyes.
I saw just like the dot of light and the dark.
Illusion town.... The running blood turn black.
Lack... Lethe... Collapse.... Fall.... Chaos.... Disappearance....
Enumeration of meaningless character... Fragment novel on memory. ...
Not to disappear, hold my hand.
Muttered of the little voice....almost fading voice....
However, it has not understood. Did you mutter?Did I mutter?
The Hanged man was laughing scornfully.
It is the red moon outside of window like blood. Will it become black like blood that never disappeared from my hand one day?
The fool is dancing sadly in the made light.
Fading existence. Forgotten Memory.
Like doesn't part it from my hand even though I want...
In the Dark, Disappear myself...
Hope...I'm in somebody's memory...Can you see me?