When you are overflown with cold tears, and when the time is ripe, you'd probably have sought out light, and shattered darkness.
The Persian-red singing voice slowly dyes your chest the same color, as if it's an eternally yearning and swiftly dispersing melody.
In the stillness of the shining sky is my backyard garden. Some day you will finally reach the other side of the shore.
The night's darkness, while guarding the moon, whispers along a lullaby, on and on, until the eyes of the children, who no longer cry, become soaked in dreams.
Farewell... Since I will never see you a second time, it feels like my chest is being hollowed out by the night, dearly and madly.
In the stillness of the shining sky is your home of return. Beyond the darkness where the moon sinks is a narrow path that leads you back to the beginning.
When you are overflown with cold tears, and when the time is ripe, you'd probably have sought out light, and shattered darkness.
The Persian-red singing voice slowly dyes your chest the same color, as if it's an eternally yearning and swiftly dispersing melody.
In the stillness of the shining sky is my backyard garden. Some day you will finally reach the other side of the shore.
The night's darkness, while guarding the moon, whispers along a lullaby, on and on, until the eyes of the children, who no longer cry, become soaked in dreams.
Farewell... Since I will never see you a second time, it feels like my chest is being hollowed out by the night, dearly and madly.
In the stillness of the shining sky is your home of return. Beyond the darkness where the moon sinks is a narrow path that leads you back to the beginning.