Life forms illogical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?
I want to try to gather up this swelling wind, go past the peak of the waves, racing towards him. I'm prepared and even if the road ahead is far, i'll continue toward my painted future.
As time rushed us, the beating of our heart sped up. Even if we awaken in the middle of our dream, we were searching for the same light. Under this glittering starry sky, With the countless constellations and shadows, Before all this, I wonder...
I wonder what you were staring at.
I wonder what you were staring at...
and i want to survive in
