Ware, yami tote
Who am I?Who stops and stands still as I entrust myself to the wind, in-between the times that are limited?Where is this place?This place that comes crushing down, all in-between those common and familiar words?I taint my intentions with darknessIt's easy to stop breathing...but I just want to feel you just a little moreWill you allow me to live?One bright morning, I opened my eyes and it came tears I felt like I've realized the meaning for the first timeDon't know why, but I feel sadness when you're near meWhy can't we become one?I put my hands out for those words that are too fragile, even just onePlease give my heart something, anything like a blade sharp enough to strike youThe emptiness of compensatingIt ripensInto just darkness...The shouting of the sunsetOne bright morning, I opened my eyes and it came tears I felt like I've realized the meaning for the first timeDon't know why, but I feel sadness when you're near meWhy can't we become one?I put my hands out for those words that are too fragile, even just onePlease give my heart something, anything like a blade sharp enough to strike youIf you just erase your memory do you think that you can change?If it's forgotten and changed, and you weren't you anymoreThe correct value of all things will begin to look cruelAt least let me change what I have now into a voiceThe terms and conditions of tomorrowThe screams are too sweet, love changes its shapeForgetting the pain and forgetting myselfBut now, I take it day by day with the flowing proof...The correct value of all things will begin to look cruelAt least let me change what I have now into a voiceThe terms and conditions of tomorrow
With the proof in the name of living...