• My vision begins to blur
    The glass sky, the color of the wind
    The merry-go-round playing alone
    I wave
    My somehow faded voice is more important to me than my guilty conscience
    Tomorrow I sleep, leaving myself behind
    Emptier still than any tears of comedy
    Left to be just taken
    Left to be just damaged
    Here...

    In the dark morning, I pretend the window to be a picture frame
    I wake my sleeping skin and press my hand against this wet piece of picture
    Spring blossoms and the petals fall, giving life to the river
    Swaying from side to side, where will you go?
    I put my hand on the heavy and closed door
    The remains of the parade
    The silence laughs along with the fact that I won't be sleeping again tonight
    Emptier still than any tears of comedy
    Left to be just taken
    Left to be just damaged
    Here, let there be love...
    The jokingly-dancing seasons endlessly hurt
    Left to be just taken
    Left to be just damaged
    And to be melted by the dreams I hold out

    I bleed as my way of compensating everything to you
    How heavy is blood?
    Happiness and sadness lies too close...
    The hand that will be born tomorrow, will be simply pure and nothing else
    I can barely see you now with all these tears

    Emptier still than any tears of comedy
    Left to be just taken
    Left to be just damaged
    Here, let there be love...
    There is a Ferris wheel, where I can look down and see you from
    The melody that just comes crumbling down is also so sweet and beautiful, it's frightening
    The shadow exposed by the sun is branded into my memory
    and it touches my heart than any shallow words combined