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If this is a dream filled with despair
And a future tricked by impulse
What was left of myself is asking,
over the darkness…
the whereabouts of love
What is reality, or what is original
I would only lose sight of it wherever my heart may be
These pale wounds are not of reality
With my dimmed vision, I’m just seeking that beautiful light
Scraping my throat of its dryness
Spinning my words as far as it can reach
Will there be yet another unreachable tomorrow?
Wandering alone in an infinite illusion
Never knowing of the blue sky
I can see everything that can be seen
But they collapse so quickly
If this is a dream filled with despair
And a future tricked by impulse
What was left of myself is asking,
over the darkness…
the whereabouts of love
In a world which plays around with crimes and sins,
Looking down, I was a person caught by Mebius
Can nobody ever stop this anymore?
This dream of the accelerating imitation
Where does this distorted rail lead to?
Within my suppressed unconsciousness
Is proof of a transient hope.
So that I could wake myself up to reality
I’ll have to endure the deep pains…
of my dirty aspiration.
Confined in the maze of solitude
Never seeing you crying
Precious things and their meanings have gone sour
Defiled by fakeness
Whether this reality is true or not,
I’m the only one who realized it
If you don’t know it, I would only have to break through
And sort out these feelings
If this is a dream filled with despair
And a future tricked by impulse
What was left of myself is asking,
over the darkness…
the whereabouts of love