Loyal To The Grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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