The spring flowers begin to bloom but alas, their destiny is to be scattered when the wind blows. After all, life is but a momentary thing until the day we burn out.
So dance around splendidly in this ephemeral banquet. The subtle differences between lies and truths lie in the illusions of light and darkness.
Wandering through this transient world, pour crimson and even a decrepit mountain can change color. After all, this world is fated to nothingness, a comfortable dream.
So dance around splendidly in this transient banquet. The subtle differences between love and hate lies in the illusion of articulation.
Entwining fantasy with reality for our amusement.
So dance around splendidly in this ephemeral banquet. The subtle differences between lies and truths lie in the illusions of light and darkness.
So dance around splendidly in this transient banquet. The subtle differences between love and hate lies in the illusion of articulation.
The spring flowers begin to bloom but alas, their destiny is to be scattered when the wind blows. After all, life is but a momentary thing until the day we burn out.
So dance around splendidly in this ephemeral banquet. The subtle differences between lies and truths lie in the illusions of light and darkness.
Wandering through this transient world, pour crimson and even a decrepit mountain can change color. After all, this world is fated to nothingness, a comfortable dream.
So dance around splendidly in this transient banquet. The subtle differences between love and hate lies in the illusion of articulation.
Entwining fantasy with reality for our amusement.
So dance around splendidly in this ephemeral banquet. The subtle differences between lies and truths lie in the illusions of light and darkness.
So dance around splendidly in this transient banquet. The subtle differences between love and hate lies in the illusion of articulation.