Long ago in Baldora fields, there was a single scorpion that lived from day to day by killing and eating other, smaller insects. One day, a weasel saw him and tried to eat him. The scorpion fled, and fell into a deep well.

It was at that moment that the scorpion thought to himself, “Up until now, how often have I eaten other creatures? And now, the one time that I was the prey, I fled in utter terror. And look what came of that – I’ll die inside this well, alone. Ah… life is filled with uncertainty. I could have given the weasel another day of life with my body. But now, my death will help no one. I am useless.

Dear Lord, I beg of you, look inside of my heart and hear my prayer. In my next life, don’t let me waste myself. Let me use my body for the true happiness of everyone in the world!”

And then the scorpion saw his body burst into flame, casting a brilliant crimson glow. And by the light of his burning body, he lit up the night forever.

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山奥の駐車場に　五月の冷たい雨
あのこの胸にある小さなシミが滲んでる

一人でいる時は　今でも思い出せる
それでもなくせたら　君の代わりは誰でもいい

山奥の駐車場に　五月の冷たい雨
いつかはこの胸にある小さなシミも消えていく

二人でいる時は　いつでも元気がない
それでもなくせたら　僕の代わりは誰でもいい

あのこははにかむように
口元少し歪ませて
それさえ　気づかずにいた
あの日に戻れない

彼女は機嫌損ねて
口元少し尖らせて
それだけ思い起こせる
あの日の君に会いに行けるまだ