Why missing you is a crime I'm silently commiting...
and committing it alone?
Like memories that are nothing but nice clouds in the sky,
Like memories that are nothing but nice clouds in the sky,
dissolving into a rain
that doesn't refresh the ground
but only stains it with blood and tears.
A hope for days of a future long past;
Illusion of fortunate laughs,
that doesn't refresh the ground
but only stains it with blood and tears.
A hope for days of a future long past;
Illusion of fortunate laughs,
and sunny beats...
A hug from the universe
and a bass of all the
highbars under our feet.
highbars under our feet.
The everything once ours,
but which is now just
wishful hopes, long lasting dreams;
Reality tossing memories,
like shards of Reality tossing memories,
broken drumsticks
in a bottomless, sour bitter sea.
