The sky burns.
Houses collapse into ruin.
People fall to the ground.
Roads come to an end.
The conflict started here. With this,
the world that was will be restored.
It is here that "I" alone had survived.
Don't remember/Never forget.
Oblivion is salvation and sin
Never forget.
"I" was born from perdition.
This must be a nightmare.
This had to be somewhere;
It could be anywhere.
These events that occurred
in the true memories
of childhood.
A voice resonating with bitter resentment can be heard.
Lives fade away without a thought
Friends, family, strangers: All gone
Soldiers with guns,
families trying to hold together.
A grotesque struggle to the last,
until a gentle peace descends
as death comes to claim them.
-Could not accept all - have seen.
The question of "why?"
never left -.
Even with the divide between
conflict and catastrophe, why
did such a tragedy occur?
No, more importantly-
why has this world been turned
into a hell on Earth?
... A gentle rain begins to fall.
All things once living fade away,
leaving only one behind.
Amidst the helplessness and despair
Their soul's last feelings
are of rage and regret.
The rain wets their cheeks
as their eyes close one last time,
dying forgotten and alone.
Seeing this, I struggle to rise
from the depths of death.
I will not accept what I have been shown.
If I can live again,
I will definitely-
But there are no second chances.
And before long, the rain
has cleansed the scorched earth.
Never forget.
"I" was born from perdition.
What that means-
Somehow, please don't forget it.