A bit worn out,
i collect dreams from my shadow falling backwards
and count.....
Immerse in this state
i never notice
the night dying in the early hours
under the streetlights
......
Like immortality
peaceful and cold
too serene
and taring
i look around once more
and throw the white rose on the waters of this pond.....
this pond.....
this mirror.....
this withering reflection
[beautiful]
-and-
[distorted]
i found perfection in the imperfection
[our eyes met once more.....
Evening Star.....]
~i wish to follow you
yet i fall in the water
drawn by my world
no longer i can call out for you~
A wake-up so violent spreads a scream
it was nothing.....
i was nothing.....
who was i?
who am i?
you guess.....
