My dry lips are exposed to the frozen sun.
My overflowing tears drip brilliantly and trail down my face.
I was searching for you merely in the hopes of making up for this meager place.
In our touching fingers, we collect only our inherited pain.
If the desire I hold aloft deep in side my heartbeat is my "fate".
Then the memories I left behind and your lost face even now, remain forsaken...
There is a wavering in my faint sigh and quivering eyes.
The eyes of my crumbling soul quake and their glimmering envelops us.
I wished I would avoid being hurt if we had to meet.
The pain of my clipped wings makes me stay by your side while I gently sleep.
My life is spent because I absolutely cannot go back.
That day so long ago, I merely threw away my ability.
And I yearned for your warmth.
Everyone is confronted by their different sorrows and even though they long for tomorrow, you kept your eyes on disgrace and lamenting and, with that strength, broke through them.
The dying prayer from my weak voice spells out my fate.
Your lost face and the left behind memories that grew within my chest, even now, remain forsaken.
My overflowing tears drip brilliantly and trail down my face.
I was searching for you merely in the hopes of making up for this meager place.
In our touching fingers, we collect only our inherited pain.
If the desire I hold aloft deep in side my heartbeat is my "fate".
Then the memories I left behind and your lost face even now, remain forsaken...
There is a wavering in my faint sigh and quivering eyes.
The eyes of my crumbling soul quake and their glimmering envelops us.
I wished I would avoid being hurt if we had to meet.
The pain of my clipped wings makes me stay by your side while I gently sleep.
My life is spent because I absolutely cannot go back.
That day so long ago, I merely threw away my ability.
And I yearned for your warmth.
Everyone is confronted by their different sorrows and even though they long for tomorrow, you kept your eyes on disgrace and lamenting and, with that strength, broke through them.
The dying prayer from my weak voice spells out my fate.
Your lost face and the left behind memories that grew within my chest, even now, remain forsaken.
