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Time passes by the minute
Nothing to approach Nothing to go away Like this pendulum clock that only ticks away the minutes The past that can be seen is just a part of it What have been changed What are different What have been mistaken Starting over again without a starting point The closed world The different world The gutter that can not been covered in The wall that can not be got over The envy that exist where it exceeds Despair which is extended infinitely Look into the sky Lies are stuck there Look up into the sky Then the sound of the second hand that sticks Things to wait go away for Things to give an affectionate nothing farewell In the ambition which shouldn't exist go away Now nothing to be seen Just ticking away the minute Time passes by the minute Nothing to approach Time passes by the minute Nothing to go away |
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| 2. |
| 5:25 |
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I close my eyes suffer going through life
The scenery of far-off memory I lost the picture in the old days The memory could have been existed There is nothing anymore but there is something that I keep hoping Those days when I gave up the dream I cannot find my bearing, and I keep regretting all the time Let me alone On my back, I carry a heavy chain called loneliness The burning sunlight I forget how to breathe that pass simply A sound of colorless cry Gradually the scream increases to the frenzied uproar that never decreases It seems to be swallowed in the deep darkness My heart is drawn The melody of the picture In the depth of my heart I follow the memory of the old days And the regret of that time the way behind me The past days are a chain of regrets Bitterness form-pain It gets dark before long My feeling is just overflowed Like a spiral maze, I am at a loss deeply |
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| 3. |
| 4:25 |
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The rainy night, an alley without a dead end
I struggle to arrive There is no place to rest The arrow of the moon points to the south It is still far from the next place A small light in the bag I look for the next mark I open the map which is not readable The rainy night, an alley without a dead end I struggle to arrive There is no place to rest The arrow of the moon points to the south It is still far from the next place At the cold night when the roadside lamp became whitish dim as it blinked The sky mixes with the water Like an ink painting Dying without knowing Know anything Only that Only a sigh is the guide A vision that appears suddenly The taciturn clouds are settled down and if the moment can be cut Feelings are stuffed in a cracked container to stop the beat of the clock that does not stop Grasping a stone aside Stab it into the clock face and a slight regret is there Trying the next step there In rain, the blood under the clock face is blotted But there is no pain Only looking for an exist and keep advancing A vision that appears suddenly The moment is cut Liberation from the pains, hope All in darkness I die without knowing anything Nothing but die |
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| 4:07 |
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Days that pass simply
I walk on the beach alone I forget even the blueness of the sky Noticing that I am helpless But the axis of time moves A corner of my heart An image that floats In quietness The compass which does not move I close my eyes I listen carefully Time stops There is nothing anymore but there is something that I keep hoping Those days when I gave up the dream On my back, I carry a heavy On my back, chain called loneliness I forget how to breathe Days that pass simply Noticing that I am helpless My painful heart Gradually the scream increases The melody of the picture In the depth of my heart My feeling is just overflowed It gets dark before long I turn the hand of the watch adversely However, it increases the speed as it chases time Although I take the next step Those days when I gave up the dream On my back, I carry a heavy On my back, chain called loneliness All the phenomena just pass me The expanding nothingness covers up my heart |
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| 4:24 |
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On the jet-black asphalt
A car runs over the rain in silent An inorganic city that talks nothing Cloud in March, the forecast is humidity 90percent Alone, closing eyes my consciousness Many deaths seem to come and go The time to think the way to compromise with the death infinitely In a cage called The light that can not be caught The light that can not be hold To open with my hand The reality that I need to take The superficial truth The reality that is consolidated The media is behind them Don갽t wait to stop one갽s thoughts The sky in March, the forecast is humidity 10percent Alone, closing eyes my consciousness A impending huge wave If I take one step back, I갽d fall into the abyss A mountain ridge hidden by cloud in the ultimate limits ofthe sky A bird creating a brave wind A scar like piercing a sword I choose what to see and hear with my hand The sinking sun, sun set in March, humidity zero percent The shine to show the proof |
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| 6. |
| 1:22 | 
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| 7. |
| 4:10 |
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I look up at the high sky changing in sunlight of the summer When sunlight
of spring glares down in afternoon of soft spring, but it is depression that is cannot deceive Afternoon of soft spring Brilliance to spread through the surface of the water I seem to project something, but it is few depression that should be completed The shadow which discharged thought of own of living I look for a meaning and a reason But I continued running I cannot look for an answer from the past When I teach it, nobody gives it I want somebody to teach it When did you become so weak during? This sky clears when wind subsides when Light comes in when without losing sight And without being eager In relaxing and stability I push forward step I have only them now |
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| 3:49 |
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In the lazy afternoon standing, if you look up the sky dust is reflecting
the sun Facing the usual view in my eyes and fallen in the sweet tender dream Now dozing off for a bit There appears red flash in closed eyes Flesh falling a part, splashing blood Tough concrete Worthless scrap Boy's wordless smile Image without the noise This dream isn't just illusion The past rolls around and around my faults and truth Future is the trigger Sin for the poorness Punishment for the wealth Once again, the new layer has been born for the nonsense genesis or the barren time Let the ego out and waste it all up Although the game has just ended, Like it was shot or stabbed by a keen spear The small and deep whole consists in the core Wind blows deep into the darkness The existence will be absorbed wind blows deep Let the eyes opened, back to the dozing Time is flowing with emotionless dust Looking for an answer to the question Dust is bustling up Starting up right here I stand for us... |
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| 5:16 |
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On a cold night somewhere in time, I left my home for the clouds outside -
the boundless darkness of blackened skies However cloudy it may be, one brightly shining light is always there to see Today, when I turned my eyes to the vacant skies, through the looking glass, I saw it for the first time - there In the middle of the darkness A small but brightly shining light Polaris Didn't realize it at that time, but the north star can be seen from every corner of this world It's the light of hope, that will come to our aid whenever we're faced with distress Stuck among the many agonies of our lives, there's so much you will remember just by turning to that star so bright Since we were born, that guiding star has been there by our side Just by raising our eyes, a thousand, a millionyears of history will come into sight Do you remember? I am your moon, and your eyes are my polaris Time turns around - and just like the stars travel across the skies, our emotions will not, can not stay the same Through days of rain and cloud, the sky is always on my mind In the dark skies beyondmy own closed eyes, I will be searching for the light |
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