Word is hung in the air, take it or leave it
I don't want to break it but it makes me break myself*
Makes me break myself
If I excuse myself, four seasons inside of me
My inside and outside is in peace state, I search, do I find?
I search, do I find?
It calls me from myself
Both medicine and venom
I'm blue and then red
Hugging, being cross
The records I rely on
How did I get sated with the games
My inner-self runs away to skies, to hearts, to memories
I remember its mark on dust
You we walking towards a light in my dream**
Mirror of rusted heart
Tree that got straighten with the fire
My heart needs your fire
Even if you excuse me
I loved but my sentences were not enough
That didn't fit this
The rest is in the dreams
Cannot be jailed in time