Dragging my feet I wondered around the cobalt blue town The time that strikes eleven twenty-one Shadows rushes home The orange town lights rise sparsely Like a firefly, countless, dots Palely float around through the empty air The some view seems wanting A piece of some yesterday's hazy dream Reality in front of my eyes As if held softly with hands As if swallowed into the gloom
Becoming relieved and Being despaired and assault one another Melt slowly, quietly flows away Just leaving self, nowhere to go Just like a small creature wriggling
Inside my heart White cold wind blows in With cold hands forever Clad in memories Carries loads of miseries Inside the chaos
My feet tighten by the warmth left there Can't hold courage to turn back I just wanted to ran away from here The last train I jumped on a alone
Dull colored glass balls Spangled in the galaxy Rail way goes forever Along the left shore The train slides silently Sometimes seeing shadows of the layovers Carrying another load Dropping in station And creaks it's old body sometimes
The fuel running out is the only help The train heads to the end And rotates the rusty wheels
The rigid starlight cut away through the window The headlight tearing up the dark The glowing future? Their own wishes? The earnest desire
Noble life, the collapse of selfhood Precious thing, thousands of years Harmony, indulgence, forfeit Consciousness, creation
Giving by losing, Loads of words smile and warmth Needless identity Appreciation that can't be told And can't make up the errors Tunnel goes ahead Where the east sky is beginning to get white
The weak eyes faintly on the window The parted past and pride that's getting far
