 info Jeff Lim ; 3rd July
The feeling that I'm aware, is more helplessness than cowardice.
I peel off my frail consciousness slowly, so my footsteps won't make a sound
Becoming ashes, scattering into tiny pieces.
I ask my subconsciousness... What more?
Tears starts to fall, without a trace..
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Sunday, August 10, 2008
".time...." What would you do? If you could turn back time and perfect everything or something in your life. What is that one particular incident that you would change? But time, is just a one way street. It's something you possess in life, but it's never a thing you can keep.. Not yet to mention manipulation. What would the world be like, if everyone could bent time? Changing anything they want, in life. Would everything even be perfect? But perfection is zero. Live with it... 枯詩 Unable to search for the meaning of my heart's empty song When I turned around, there was nothing left As time passes, the song fades like a flower A withered song that doesn't echo Longing for the past, we grow apart I knew it would happen, so why does it hurt? How much does the melody that lingers in my ears echo in my heart? Nothing has changed since then I'm facing forward, but it's strange You're gradually growing so distant I can't reach I thought we were both lonely So what am I longing for? I don't know anymore Before I realize it, you've flown off somewhere I realize my powerlessness and turn around And there was my dried-up self When things are too sad to bear There's a song without lies that spills over like tears When I'm too happy for words I wish I could sing a song like a smile... The violent trembling still continues If I hold my breath and stand still It's like back when there was nothing I don't want to go back to those cold days Since I was small I dreamed in dreams One step at a time We supported each other, laughing together We cried and got hurt Let's walk together in the same-colored dream When things were too hard to bear The weakness you showed supported me; I have faith in you And I can only say it with clumsy words, but I want to stay here until my withered voice gives out When things are too sad to bear There's a song without lies that spills over like tears When I'm too happy for words I wish I could sing a song like a smile... I want to stay here until my withered voice gives out Until my withered voice gives out... |