Lyrics
are either of us stupid?
i've already lost interest in you.
the days that were full of love became the past.
i am tired too much.
the thread that can't be connected any more.
even if it's connected, it's useless.
knots are our trials.
the growing loneliness and the dying tear.
distress, Sorrow, I pass them by.
the reality that became a weapon, it hits and sticks in my heart.
i looked down and muttered:
"everything that matters was too late."
"wish you were here"
but faint expectation and vain hope are broken into pieces,
i shut myself up, grasp a knee, and sleep.
gazing at the what has passed away, I stop walking.
a filtered memory beautifully colors recollections.
i have to grope through this darkness.
i can't see anything.
i hold shame and disappointment in my chest and progress.
i'm exhausted by regret and repentance.
i grow ugly.
time does not to return to reality before my eyes.
the fault was uncorrectable.
everything is my fault.
i'm merely depressed.
when does it begin, and when does it continue?
everything is vague.
i look up at the sky, shading my eyes with my hand.
the moon on the midday horizon.
the feeling which disappears from the fingertip of a transparent hand
you shouldn't think that it's an illusion, but a wish that was granted.
all the memory in a monochrome photograph is burned to ashes.
i'm still alive.
or have I been revived?
fantasy without anything
what is reflected in my eyes ?
still, the future is inside me.
despite it all, the future is still inside me.
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