Go beyond the past.
Go beyond the present..
Will you love me when night
Falls and nordic winds blow
All those drunken eyes out?
When those cleansed people
Wandering through other times
And places, look around aimlessly
In search of some remains of
What was once their soul —And
We too, among them?
Will you love me when the house
We can't find anymore, quietly sink
In other people's world?
Our hearts won't heal in small dreams.
Regretfully, we can't help but go on.
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