Proving of innocence
Shreds of my past selves
Cover my lean body breezily
Do we ever hold our life in our own hands?
Swarms of illusions are all over
A token from extinct stars
Butterfly-lived brave hope-crowds
Gods never seen
At this point of space and time
Paradoxical phantoms spew out the questions "Why?"
Ever new corners are bent of infinite circles
To avoid claustrophobic shocks
Just like using pseudo-keys on nonexistent locks
Hearts, that have grown cold
Bleak scenes painted white
Soil scented sream roars from a buried child |
