Asking For The Impossible
Lost within the forestDancing the waltzThe lightly springing rhythmPrism sinking in a water dropLeaving country, falling countryLong ago inside the memoriesDiving, revelation, far awayOnly/Lonely
UnnoticedSince when, as for myselfThis wound-ridden body is invertedA small piece of this weather-beaten thread
Those poor lost adultsWishing to become childrenThose poor lost childrenWishing to become adults
Meaning of lifeI want to ask youHow? Do you feelSound, pulse, let's go backTo the source, here in the heart
"The spirit, wants to hear a new storySorrowful, and agonizing,Hold me, love me, let's meetBecause no one knows the last storyEath, sky, cloud, sea, the spirit rules all"
Those poor lost adultsWishing to become childrenThose poor lost childrenWishing to become adults
Asking for the impossible isJust impossible itselfDon't exhaust your civility
Asking for the impossible isJust impossible itselfThe last melody floatedI stopped humming it
It glittered as I saw itI saw someone in the mirrorWhen I approached to seeI collided with someone in the mirror
Those poor lost adultsWishing to become childrenThose poor lost childrenWishing to become adults