Its points are five, deeply rooted in my mind Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces One light cast all the shadows The picture remains incomplete Wind has died but leaves still flutter Chaotic universe of mind
Just an open coffin Awaits at the wedding altar Still the bride is beautiful And relatives are taking pictures And in the winter's freezing gloom The garden has flourished to its bloom Chaotic universe of mind Is there ever a picture of my kind?
Its points are five, deeply rooted in my mind Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces One light cast all the shadows The picture remains incomplete Wind has died but leaves still flutter Chaotic universe of mind
If you can't make it complete Would you try your best and lie to me?