In Hakone, the Cherry Blossoms were just beginning...
Yuko almost felt bad for the flowers, being torn...

I am a lie
I am a tear...

Blue eyes,
crystal water...

Each tender caress
makes every fiber in my body...

Coursing with nightmare,
brimming with uncertainty...

Her surface ripples
as if broken apart by...

They crave redemption
for their dry, paralyzed limbs...

Written in blood
lying on the floor...

Mr. High-and-Mighty sits on his wall.
Mr. Justice, why do you stall...

I only have everyday to live with my guilt;
I should have been there...

Eyelids slipping down
my eyes are clouded...

Man vs. man
man vs. self...