It's lonely here, far away from civilization
so deserted, as though the day were already long lost.
My reflection, distorted, swallowed by wind and sea,
It reminds me of your face.
They presumably looked for you everywhere
In vain, for you were not found.
The reflection reveals this gaze
that I so loved on you.
You touch the light, yet you don't recognize it.
Can you free yourself from the chains?
You touch the light, but don't recognize it.
Can you free yourself from the chains?
You touch the light, yet you don't recognize it.
Can you free yourself from the chains?
You touch the light, but don't recognize it.
Did you free yourself from the chains?
You touch the light.
You touch the light.