The eyes decide the times continually.
Trust a bit tilted shape.
As a result, it is destroyed in a long run.
Color you saw slips through your hands.
Things you meant are the eyes that open the daily oaths.
Sit on a transparent chair and proceed beyond thoughts.
Time of remorse passed in the waving sea.
Warped time slices the sense of sight.
The love of moving water becomes a burden.
The voice of happiness echoes in the distance.
The actuality I saw goes through the void between my fingers.
The sunlight we both see. A lucky charm on my neck.
A command seperates the individuals and becomes a god in the lone-world.
A figure moved in a windowpane. It's the whirlpool and a piece of life.
In a box of sound.
Burns the heart that fails.
And in my dream it shows,
The immaterial actuality cracked in the sky.
Life caught in the rain. A live emotion brushes the ashes off.
The world we go as we shut up. We haul the savior's voice in as it talks.
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