Karma
I dropped a marble,
when I chased after it, I dropped another
Only one remains in a single sunny spot
The moment of hearts begin to beat,
like it or not, people claim their own place
They keep protecting it so that it isn’t snatched away
Though I kept my hands clean, they look dirty
Before I doubt my memory, my memory will doubt me
We’ll meet each other for sure, making our identical heartbeats into our identity
I am here, because I’m always calling
When our worn-out motives overlap and tremble,
I’ll know the meaning of my birth
I dropped a marble,
when it fell, something split open
It bathed in light at the place where I plundered it
When you think about it, the footsteps you’ve counted are nothing,
but only numbers
Somehow, what I have to know is somewhere between “one” and “zero”
We’ll meet each other for the first time, making our same scream’s flags into our identity
Don’t forget, because I’m always calling
When we bury our collective motives together,
We will exchange a promise
We are mirrors, each of us meant
To reflect every bit of the other’s karma
We will touch each other’s dirtied hands
And grasp their shape
I am here, I can definitely feel you
We are here in the same sunny spot
Don’t forget, because I’m always calling from inside the same marble
That’s right, we’ll meet each other for sure,
when we build a cross on our submerged motives
We will fulfill our promise
We will become one
