last minute I broke through your window,

left the glass shattered in the shadow.

forgive me, the shrine of the sun is gold,

hopefully, it will taste nice.

then I turn my back to myself,

therefore you can witness me from the front.

leash me, to any police with dearest violence,

as a plea, I make you walk me to a sin.

rays burning us for other minutes, 

earth being melt for new species,

convenient stores visiting us with unique voices,

all sins forgive hunger and instigation.