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.