This Ugly Yet Beautiful Word

I whisper ?Farwell? to this ugly world
and adorn it all with wings of a brilliant red.

The more they are soiled, the lovelier they seem; those that breathe on this earth.
The more I hate them, the more I want to embrace them.
In front of the mirror, I am staring at my other self.
Then, to hide their frailty, they hurt those who are kind.

I whisper ?Farwell? to this ugly world
and dance nimbly with wings of a brilliant red.
A passionate kiss, please.
Yes, as many times as you want.
Once you realize my heart has gone wild, you can metamorphose once again.