Gentle color of twilight
Shone on the broken scenery
The transparent shadow began to melt into my heart
My right hand checking that warmth
Realized the trembling you
Don't cry for a corrupted world
If it was lost, then once again pick it up from the sand
Even if everything will soon pass away
Nothing left but a drop of light
Blocking the stream of water
The fingertip that obscures reflection
As it goes muddy, something starts to sink
Drowned in the end of the distorted vision
Because one day, it will fall down
Leaving hearts in dissonance, feeling myself...
The promise of the past
It's simple meaning is lost, but
Stronger than forgotten words
A bond is left in my hand
If you continue with this world
Take me out from the wind, even just fragments of myself
Even if one day I run into a separated road
The light that thinks about you is still left behind
Thou art cursed till death
Thou who give birth to encounters, to bonds
Such, can it be called cruel encounter?
Last farewell is soon to come
Mutual understanding is impossible
From the depths of the hearts
Little girl expressed her pure gratitude
The more she thinks about her love
Last farewell is soon to come
Thus, by no mean can the souls understand each other
What that obstructs light is not darkness
Receiving either this or that
There should be no darkness, no matter what choice
Thou who give birth to encounters, to bonds
Light is negated by brighter light
Heart is negated by stronger heart
Receiving either this or that
There should be no darkness, no matter what choice
Thursday, October 22, 2009
A Meeting with the Light
Posted by Administrator Frelia at 2:06 PM
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