Hand of the Innocence

The strongest shout,
I want to let it out...
the hand of innocence
will be filled up with guilt...

Like the drastic rhythm of rain
and the fierce wind that was blowing...
it was a moonless night
and there was no light...

My heart can't stop pulping fast
it keeps me from calming down
my hand would fit for a knife
to take away my petty life.

The honor of smiling was gone
and the blunt eyes began to show
the hateful tear can never be drawn
you left my heart torn...

The word "hate" repeats in my mind.
I hold a large amount of grudge
you are a murderer for me,
a heart and soul killer...

Now, tell me whilst I sleep
the feelings you hide
when I keep a curse on you
because I will never be talking to you.