When its quiet,
when everyone is gone,
it sings.
The glistening water lifts its voice,
hums the soothing notes of an unknown song.
The music of a beautiful voice,
a magical tune that is carried with the wind.


Then.


Emerald leaves on the old trees,
Crimson roses on the thorn bushes,
yellow tulips in their bunches,
and all begin to hum.


Nature is swaying with the warm breeze,
as the music continues to play.

継続は力なり。

Standing on the shore,
waiting for the ship in call.
There's something in the way i move,
that keeps them on their own


A star explodes a storm,
a billion seasons born.
A shock to the waves i know,
breaking far from shore.


Don't want to talk,
all i hear is noise.
Don't want to talk.


Empire of the Sun.

And say you’re climbing a tree and you fall

when you reach the top.

Your body is limp,

your eyes are shut,

you’re still trying to find the strength to open them.

Your clothes are sticking to your sweaty skin,

as you lay there panting,

trying to catch your breath.

But when you open your glossy eyes,

seeing where you are,

looking around,

you become confused.

Why are you in your room?

                       

         

Many say different things,
many are wrong. 
They say if you are determined you can get anything your heart desires,
anything?
To have anything you want,
to have anything your heart desires, 
it's gunna cost you.
But what if you want time,
what if you want to take back something you did,
something you said,
something you regret.
Realize.
You can't get everything,
you can't buy everything,
because there isn't a price on everything.
No matter how determined you are,
no matter how hard you try,
how hard you work. 
You can't buy time,
you can't buy your way back,
you can't rewind to the past. 
Time passes and never returns,
shit happens and there's nothing you can do about it.
The only thing is to move on, 
live in the present,
wait for the future,
hope that anything else you decide to do... is worth it. 


"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it." - Omar Khayyam

Il semble que quelqu'un ait convoqué l'espoir

Les rues sont des jardins, je danse sur les trottoirs
Il semble que mes bras soient devenus des ailes
Qu'à chaque instant qui vole je puisse toucher le ciel
Qu'à chaque instant qui passe je puisse manger le ciel

Le clochers sont penchés les arbres déraisonnent
Ils croulent sous les fleurs au plus roux de l'automne
La niege ne fond plus la pluie chante doucement
Et même les réverbères ont un air impatient
Et même les cailloux se donnent l'air important

We can remember 

swimming in December.
Heading for the city lights 

in 1975.

We share in each other.
Nearer than farther.
The scent of a lemon drips from your eyes.

We are the people that rule the world.
A force running in every boy and girl.
All rejoicing in the world.
Take me now - We can try

The reflection is staring,
someone completely different.
Feeling the unwanted presence, 
lurking deep inside.
As it runs through the veins,
gliding through the warm blood.
As it sits under the skin,
waiting to come out.
It's seen in the reflection,
while its serpentine eyes penetrate.
It wants to win,
it wont,
it stays behind the glass.