Chi No Hana

There's a blood-stained tatami house and it rest peacefully near the cherry blossoms and pond It has an ancient roof that aims for heaven and a foundation built in hell There's a small child in the house and he sits alone with his welts and wounds The room has a rather unique smell; presumably rotten veggies There's a breeze blowing the cherry blossoms and near it lies a box Ever so neatly tucked away in the trunk; a knife and a rope There's a beautiful pond shimmering and in it lies the bodies Carelessly tossed in; the boy pushes me in as well.