I pretend that I don't notice that my legs have given way.

My foolish sickness just gets worse and worse.

In the night
I realize this infection

my heart blows up, and the pieces flying everywhere glitter
but when did I become this weak?

I'm beginning to be scared of many kinds of tiny fevers
though I don't have a hope of winning
I must awaken from this.

my heart blows up, and the pieces flying everywhere glitter
but at some point I became this weak.

my heart blows up and the pieces, pieces flying everywhere...

when did I become this weak?