A pale serenity descends. I stand alone at the bottom of midnight. With sleep far away, my footprints fading, I gazed at the rising smoke. I bear the slight pain that remains. On the other side of my eyelids, until the end of this moment, I’ll seek the scenery that floats up. With the dawn, I walk on through the today that was called tomorrow. Over the birds that sleep with their wings stained in mud that doesn’t come out, The sky that grows lighter pours down smiles. On the other side of my eyelids, until the end of this moment, I’ll seek the scenery that floats up. With the dawn, I walk on through the today that was called tomorrow. So that I’m not confused by the unstopping buzzing in my ears, I bear my pain. On the other side of my eyelids, until the end of this moment, I’ll seek the scenery that floats up. With the dawn, I walk on through the today that was called tomorrow.
A pale serenity descends. I stand alone at the bottom of midnight. With sleep far away, my footprints fading, I gazed at the rising smoke. I bear the slight pain that remains. On the other side of my eyelids, until the end of this moment, I’ll seek the scenery that floats up. With the dawn, I walk on through the today that was called tomorrow. Over the birds that sleep with their wings stained in mud that doesn’t come out, The sky that grows lighter pours down smiles. On the other side of my eyelids, until the end of this moment, I’ll seek the scenery that floats up. With the dawn, I walk on through the today that was called tomorrow. So that I’m not confused by the unstopping buzzing in my ears, I bear my pain. On the other side of my eyelids, until the end of this moment, I’ll seek the scenery that floats up. With the dawn, I walk on through the today that was called tomorrow.