| Who am I? |
| Who stops and stands still as I entrust myself to the wind, in-between the |
| times that are limited? |
| Where is this place? |
| This place that comes crushing down, all in-between those common and familiar |
| words? |
| I taint my intentions with darkness |
| It’s easy to stop breathing… but I just want to feel you just a little more |
| Will you allow me to live? |
| One bright morning, I opened my eyes and it came tears I felt like I’ve |
| realized the meaning for the first time |
| Don’t know why, but I feel sadness when you’re near me |
| Why can’t we become one? |
| I put my hands out for those words that are too fragile, even just one |
| Please give my heart something, anything like a blade sharp enough to strike you |
| The emptiness of compensating |
| It ripens |
| Into just darkness… |
| The shouting of the sunset |
| One bright morning, I opened my eyes and it came tears I felt like I’ve |
| realized the meaning for the first time |
| Don’t know why, but I feel sadness when you’re near me |
| Why can’t we become one? |
| I put my hands out for those words that are too fragile, even just one |
| Please give my heart something, anything like a blade sharp enough to strike you |
| If you just erase your memory do you think that you can change? |
| If it’s forgotten and changed, and you weren’t you anymore |
| The correct value of all things will begin to look cruel |
| At least let me change what I have now into a voice |
| The terms and conditions of tomorrow |
| The screams are too sweet, love changes its shape |
| Forgetting the pain and forgetting myself |
| But now, I take it day by day with the flowing proof… |
| The correct value of all things will begin to look cruel |
| At least let me change what I have now into a voice |
| The terms and conditions of tomorrow |
| With the proof in the name of living… |